At the time of writing this it will all be over.
I spent Friday night watching young Lewis in the lead role of Joe Casey in Our House. I'm sure that the day after the final performance, any performance leaves you with a hole that will never be filled again.
And what a performance. I was a bit concerned that he was a bit on the nervous side, that's why he was sweating..... No...he was wearing two or three layers of clothing under hot stage lights on a hot June evening at the Mumford Theatre in Cambridge.
The king of the quick change from black suited wide boy to white track suited ne'er-do-well he moved between the roles flawlessly. Especially when he changed character on stage behind a crowd of rotating unberellas, brilliant.
Supported by a cast of equally talented students, the lad in the role of Reecey was definately a reprobate that I wanted to have words with when I saw him outside after the performance especially since he was the devil on the shoulder of the white tick suit trying to turn the character away from the straight and narrow.
The cast managed to follow the old agate of the show must go on....so when the windscreen of the car fell off....on they went....when the coffin wZnted to slide off the gurney...on they went...when someone battered their head on the 5'6" scaffolding....I wanted to have a word with the navvies who put it up...on they went.
Lewis came through the ranks at the HBO players in the roles of idle Jack and that ilk, normally playing the idiot son to my motherly Dame.
Lewis...you look great...bit to much lippy but not as much as I have on....look over your shoulder mate...he's behind you......and that's the only time you'll hear that. Remember your place lad....behind me or if you're a good boy, beside me.
But no more. Out of the shadows and in to the spotlight, a place that you managed to hold your own in.
Looking forward to seeing you in whatever role you work on next.
Just remember us little folks!!
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