Some seven and a half years ago this fantastic theatre-maker whose work I would not shut up about agreed to have a coffee with me, and then (for reasons that elude me to this day) gave me a home in his theatre company and among hands down the finest creative minds I have ever encountered.
I often worry whether the me and the whole world would have been better off had I chosen to do something else with my life. Whether this is really where I’m meant to be. Whether I’m good enough to do this. I Worry About Everything, it’s sort of what I do.
Then I remember that nothing else makes me quite as happy as being right here, in this theatre family, bringing strangers into the worlds that we created.
And that none of it would have been my lived reality had this one person not given me a hand up on nothing more than a hunch.
Which is, honestly, the most profound thing anyone has ever done for me.
Thank you, sir, for changing my life.
Out of context (public in-character) second year anniversary party at Bridge Command. It’s honestly magical that we get to tell silly space stories with this bunch of astounding people.
Dramatic reading of The Coffee Machine by Fluxnito, as found on AO3.
Weirdly enough, this became peak Nightingale content.
And we almost managed to keep straight faces!
