Not the most promising day of flyering today, I’ll freely admit I’m flagging slightly. A week or so in and I was hoping on some kind of magical word of mouth packed house surprise hit fairy dust to mean I could now sleep in until three.
But no, instead I am up at eleven (well, twelve) to go and give flyers to a lot of people who don’t want flyers, I feel like a cold calling cunt. I go to the C Venues to check ticket sales (zero) and ask if any press are booked in (no).
The promised flyering help from friends has pretty much failed to materialise so instead I am out covering the gorund between the Teviot, The Royal Mile and The Pleasance Courtyard on my own, that’s a lot of walking and a lot of hills.
On the way back to the gig I bumped into a girl I’d met the night before whilst pointlessly putting up posters. She says she’ll come to the show. There is at least one blessing.
I get to the venue and ask on ticket sales, one sold and one press. “Who ist it” I ask… The guy behind the desk tells me it’s the Per-ee-eh, Priah? A sinking feeling hits me, I lean over the desk and see to my dread that on the screen the little green press box says Perrier Awards. The Perrier judge is in today, today, I only have one person in. One. Fuck.
I head upstairs, on the plus side the one person who paid is the sexy girl who said she’d come. But an audience of two is not good for a Perrier judge, I’m not seriously thinking that a bigger audience would give me a nomination, but it’s only fair to myself that I give myself the best shot. So I had a list of people who would come see show (for free) when I had them in. But now, I had only found out with ten minutes to spare, no time at all.
When I got onstage I found that the audience had doubled, but by two Spanish girls who didn’t speak English none too well.
The show went fairly well, Perrier lady seemed to enjoy it, I did the best I could. Sexy girl enjoyed it more. Spanish girls were a bit nonplussed, as is their wont.