After feedback we have decided to have our audience reading out narratives rather than us. These narratives will contain information about the many uses for the grandstand with a focus on the room we will perform in and waiting. These narratives are the ones that I have contributed to the performance. We are yet to decide which narrative are going to be used but decided to write a mixture and then decide at a later date which will be used. The post’A Cold March Morning’ is also narrative that may be used in performance.

WEDDING…

I vow to always be there.
To keep you safe when you need protecting and even when you don’t.
I vow to know when you need my help before you have to ask.
To catch you when you trip and put your feet back on the ground.
And I vow to always wait for you. To long for you. To need you.
To protect you. To guide you. To thrive with you.
To be your salvation, as you have always been mine.

TRENCHES…

The sky is that perfect shade of blue. The shade of blue that doesn’t hurt your eyes with its brightness and doesn’t feel dark with rain. The shade of blue that reminds you of summer’s day as a kid, flying kites and climbing trees. Scuffs on your knees and mud on your face but you couldn’t care less. You and the kids that lived on your street would stay out kicking a ball around until the street lights came on, and your mum would shout your name from the front door threatening to ground you if you didn’t come in for your tea and a bath.
Your knees today are also scuffed and you have mud not only on your face but on your entire self. The person shouting your name isn’t your loving mother, but the general that will without a doubt slap you if you don’t stop day dreaming about the colour of the sky and start digging the damn trench you are knee deep in.
You now wish you were still waiting to grow up. Still waiting to be 18, in the middle of a field, frozen cold, covered in mud, your muscles throbbing and your eyes watering. But then again you never expected this to happen. You never would have thought this is how you would be spending the last of your teenage years- Waiting for the war to be over.