I was walking in the school grounds, learning my lines, dressed as old Frank Pillsworth – bald cap, hair grey and stringy, looking down-at-heel – when a groundsman/gardener shouts across – ‘Love your Pole to Pole programme.’ Then he takes a closer look at me before saying ‘You look quite different in real life.’
Later I’m playing a biker in his 30s and I have long, greasy blond hair and tattoos and leathers. We do some improvising – a quarrel between the two of us. Tracey is excellent to play against – she listens, times her line, and always with respect for the partnership.
There’s a general feeling that the last two weeks have been happy and productive and that A Class Act will be something more than just a fulfilment of an obligation, a rush job between Tracey’s court case, over royalties from her work on The Simpsons, and her musical with Nick Nolte to which she returns on Monday.