Welcome to my blog. I’m Sarah, a theatre enthusiast and aspiring actor. Follow me as I explore the hype surrounding Attrition, the play everyone’s talking about.
If you haven’t heard of Attrition, where have you been? For those living under a rock, here’s a quick low-down. Attrition opens in the West End tomorrow and no-one knows who wrote it. The writer is known on Instagram simply as @TheMysteryPlaywright.
But even more intriguing than its mysterious writer, is that a different character will die on each of the four consecutive nights that the play is running. The actors don’t know who will be killed or when. They’ll receive a secret sign. People have flocked to the box office to get their hands on tickets. And one of those lucky theatregoers, dear readers, is me. Check back tomorrow for my first review.
Monday
An Eye-Opening Opening Night
There was drama from the outset, but none more so than at the end, when Mrs Keys – played by the talented Elsa Campbell – suddenly dropped dead mid-sentence. A genuine look of horror flashed across her face as she fell.
Tuesday
The Tension Mounts
Anticipation replaced oxygen in the theatre tonight. It buzzed in the air, rattling everyone. Eyes twitched, jaws clenched and legs jigged their way through the performance. Even the actors looked spooked. John Moran, known for his unflappability, was on edge right up until the final scene when his character, Brian, collapsed and died.
Wednesday
OK, it’s getting scary now
If, like me, you’ve been following the news, you’ll know that there’s much speculation about the actors whose characters have died. Reports abound of them being bundled into a car around the back of the theatre, neither joining the rest of the cast in their hotel, nor returning home to their families. The question on everyone’s lips is, are the actors themselves dead? I suspect it’s all part of the theatre, but I did notice that Martha Collins appeared to mouth, ‘help’ to an audience member during the opening scene tonight. And, in a shock development, her character Stacey was killed not at the end, but just a few minutes later.
Thursday
Revelations
You’ve probably heard what happened tonight. But here’s the inside scoop. Just two actors remained on stage, the crowd enraptured, waiting. Who would it be? But the curtains closed with both actors still standing. What was happening?
Muttering spread around the auditorium, followed by an uncertain ripple of applause that slowly gathered momentum. This was the twist. There would be no final death scene. Everyone stood to clap. Whistles and cheers rang out like fireworks.
Then, an abrupt silence. The audience dropped like petals, into the aisles and over the balconies.
All except me, @TheMysteryPlaywright. Why, you ask? Because for years I have been rejected for starring roles, destined to blend into the crowd. Well, the world has noticed me now. How did I do it? Oh, now that would be telling. Watch yourselves out there. Feeling sleepy?
