Nervous!

We are performing in Greenwich next week and the nerves are beginning to show. It is at this stage when my mind starts making me doubt everything and paranoia starts growing like mould on bathroom tiles. Firstly, I convince myself that I don't know any of my lines, not one, especially not the first one. Secondly, as I play two characters, I become certain that at some point I will come on to the stage wearing the wrong clothes, speaking in the wrong accent and talking to the wrong person. Thirdly and finally, I become like a nervous traveller who has to check their passport every two seconds, except with my costume. I have to go back to my bag of clothes regularly and check that nothing has suddenly dissappeared. Where I think a large pink satin skirt is going to run off too in the dark of the night, I don't know, but I check all the same.
I know it will be, as they say, alright on the night, but nerves are not rational. They sneak up on you in your dreams and create the biggest nightmare scenarios. I was once dreamed, before an exam, that when I got there I had to answer about a hundred pages on Thomas the Tank Engine. I hadn't revised that!
Right, I'm off to read my script and check that my shoes haven't run off for a new life in the sun.
Jade