In our costumes, all ready |
I wrote this and then realised there was actually very little I could say as it was all meant to be terribly secret and hush hush. I’ll wait till after the opening then, well that was Thursday and now it’s Sunday and we still haven’t stopped. Friday we had to sleep, and then watch the tv coverage, and yesterday.... rehearsals started for the closing ceremony, and today, and tomorrow!
Being at the stadium was so different from being at Longbridge, it all began to feel very real. We finally got to see a little bit of the show, but actually only the section just before us, which is all we ever saw. The props looked amazing, huge floats, and as for ‘Ozzie’ the bull wow!
The 10m high bull at one of the rehearsals |
We arrived for our first dress rehearsal on Sunday at 15.45. This was the first time we’d seen our costumes since fitting, and the first time we’d had chance to put our boots on although we had been told we’d be able to wear them in. We all looked fabulous though, and as for some of the other groups wow! Despite it only being our first dress rehearsal, we had an audience, free tickets given to games volunteers, with volunteers also standing in for athletes. The first hour of the show went by very quickly and we were queuing up in our VOM (we have found out where VOM comes from and we are sure you'd like to know: It is short for Vomitory, which means: a passage that allows people to enter or leave an auditorium or stadium) entry positions raring to go. Sometime between that moment and our entry, the heavens opened, and stayed open for about the next hour. Somehow this didn’t dampen our spirits but boy, where we wet? They did eventually distribute ponchos, but by then, it was too late, soaked. The atmosphere was fab and we had an amazing time. Not so costume, who collected all the hats and shirts as we took them off, shirts all washed (though they were after every wearing apparently) hats and everything else dried, and rehung ready for our next rehearsal on Tuesday by the amazing team who worked like trojans.
The choir posing for a photo before the start |
Tuesday was the second and final dress rehearsal, the one we had been given free tickets for so mum and her friend Joan, and Fiona and James with Becky and Jenny (Corina from Milton Keynes had very kindly donated her tickets) were coming. These are meant to be green games, so driving is not being encouraged “use public transport “ this is easier said than done, for us, our last train from New Street is 23.15, which with the shuttle bus from the stadium was never going to work. We’d therefore booked a space on someone’s drive, about a mile away, for less than £7, well worth it for the lack of stress.
Our costumes on their rack waiting for all of us. Every dress rehearsal they were there washed and ironed ready for us. Thank you whoever did all this work |
Our dressing/waiting/storage area while we wait to go on |
Though the first time we’d arrived, from MK with Corina, we had all been slightly dumbfounded by the lampposts positioning! Fi and James has also booked a drive, while Joan was going to get her husband to drop them off. I was slightly dreading getting mum the mile up hill at the end of the evening after she’d had to ascend and descend the extremes of the seating stand, only to then find there wasn’t even a drop off zone. Joan managed to get one of the last spots at the park and ride at the NEC, which actually worked very well. No rain for this performance though it was remarkably cold by the end. All six of our guests thoroughly enjoyed it, though without the BBC commentary, quite what was going on at all times wasn’t clear. Amazingly Fi and James had identified us, and we’d spotted them, and had seen M&J when they arrived, though without binocular they hadn’t managed to see us.
Before we got locked into our security area prior to the start we were able to walk freely around inside and see some of the pre-show entertainment for the spectators |
Team England arrive to our applause |
Fridays call time was even earlier. 13.45. Not for rehearsals or notes, just for sitting around and chatting. The buzz was getting higher, make up and costumes on. We could cheer the athletes as they arrived and were led to their ‘storage area’ by the practice track. We had to keep going outside as it was ridiculously warm inside. The Red Arrows did their fly past, slightly later than the 20.12 we had been expecting them, but bang on time for the end of the National anthem, and we were off.
In to our VOM positions, unable to see for the amount of smoke they had to welcome Ozzie and then we were announced and in we all marched. Not that most of our moves made it onto the coverage, so all our initial shapes and moves have only been seen in the stadium. It made a big
A lovely note from Josh on opening night |
difference having real athletes, rather than bits of string of a length to represent them. Good though that was, we could have done without the athlete passing out just in front of us, our brief was to locate one of the dance captains or stage managers and wave, but this was easier said than done, it felt like ages before anyone was spotted, medics were called for and she was wheelchaired out. We have no idea who she was or how she is but really wish her well. As far as we are concerned the rest of the ceremony passed without incident though it did slightly take the edge off! In my mind however “we could just do this next time “ which bit of me didn’t believe this was the real thing? Perhaps it’s because we are straight into closing rehearsals I don’t know, or what we will do with ourselves when that is over?
It’s an amazing thing to be part of and we’ve met some lovely people, most bizarrely Linda who it turns out was at a party we should have been at if we hadn’t been in MK. Fiona who lives just around the corner in Latimer Road. It’s a very small world!
Since returning from MK we have managed to catch up with Monday’s club, and have had my old works balti, so two visits to Diwans for lovely curry. Everyone else, look out, you could be next.....
blurred images of us dancing away
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