Reflections on the messages we feed young artists
Setting: National Youth Theatre, August 2010. I am 17 years old and away in London for two weeks (!) to take part in the National Youth Theatre (NYT) training course. I am beyond excited! Bright-eyed and bubbling with enthusiasm. I get to meet and train with teenagers from all over the country who share my passion for theatre and performance. As much as I adore the warehouse next to Ashford International Station where I rehearse and perform as part of my hometown youth theatre – having successfully auditioned for NYT, I now get to train in the chic, ethereal Laban Centre in London for a fortnight and it feels wildly glamorous. After the buzz of our first assembly with all 200 budding actors, we are split in smaller courses and sent off into different drama studios to begin working in groups.
Enter D. D will be my course director for the next 2 weeks. I’m calling him D because this isn’t about naming and shaming him, but more – discussing the impact of the toxic attitudes that D represents within the arts. In the first workshop I actually appreciated training with D. He was to the point, instructive and honest. He got us out of our heads and into our bodies. We were focused. Yet as the days progressed, the clarity evolved into sharpness, the instructiveness became bossiness and the honesty grew more and more brutal. There were a number of moments that made me dislike D, but there are three I will focus on here – the last being my main issue.
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