"He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sig of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals." ~ Oscar Wilde.
Last night I was okayed to wait for Star in *The Green Room.* I got my little clip on pass & my instructions to not venture out of the place because they don't want strays like me bugging the performers. The only performer I am interested in is my Star so everyone else is perfectly safe.
Now the Green Room is something of an anomaly because the Green Room is normally not green. It can be any colour of the rainbow but green it is not The QPAC Green Room has whitish walls covered with large prints of a backstage production, a pool table, computer access, a large orange pay phone, vending machines & better couches for sleeping on than I have at home ~ & you wanna bet people nap on them ~ all the time! It also has two large monitors so I got to watch Star though the sound system crackles into life spasmodically announcing random calls for different productions: "QPAC choir this is your 5 minute call. Please have your lines formed for entering. The stage is now live..." Yeah.
Now being the curious person that I am I wanted to know why they call a room that's not green the Green Room. You'd think they'd have an explanation for this peculiarity but it is likely to remain one of the minor mysteries of my life though there are some theories around. The one I like & that makes the most sense dates from Medieval theatre in the round. The central acting area, because these performances took place outside, was usually grassed & known as *The Green*. Thus the room before one entered The Green became The Green Room. Makes sense to me. The other one is that the holding room was covered in green baize ~ thus the green room.
What I do know is that superstitious theatre types consider it massively bad luck to ever actually paint the Green Room green.
As for the Star: she looked absolutely stunning in her floor length black gown with a long sleeved lightweight hip length bolero type jacket over & her hair up in a stylish bun. So chic. So glamorous ~ & of course she's totally beautiful. No, I don't have a pic. She wouldn't let me take one, partly because close up she looks like death & high water due to lack of sleep & partly because days of make~up under stage lights has done ghastly things to her skin . In this make believe world of the theatre things are never quite what they seem.