Death on the stage

Blood has been spilled for the last time at The Hollow. The curtain came down on a five-week season at Hamilton Town Hall last night. With the season now wrapped up, I can reveal I was the victim of the piece. I was a thoroughly nasty piece of goods who was impatient and snappy with his wife. He had a mistress and had his way with an ex who wandered casually back into his life. I coined it our love square. So much more interesting than a love triangle! So my character's wife picked up a gun and popped off a round. I had a bag of blood taped to my chest which I had to squeeze, forcing blood down my shirt - and running into my underwear if I was not careful. Too much information, I realise! Anyway, the blood ended up on the wall, door, curtain, rug and probably even on the back of the sofa! Then I had to fall at the front of the stage and gurgle before popping off to the other side. The repeated falls hurt my knee, making it all sore and festy. I know, too much information again! But the audience just loved the scene, with the blood, the death rattle and the gurgling. It might have hurt, but I do it gladly for my art ... and the audience response...