|Guest blogger Henry Choo|
The Pearlfishers is an opera that scares me. Not because of the operatic work per se but because of the things that people have told me about it.
One particular story that has been acutely burned into my mind is that of a principal opera singer in France who had allegedly been approached by another saying,
“Your voice is like a pearl; all white, with an ‘ole in the middle.”
Our rehearsal studio isn’t nearly as cold, though it is somewhat sparse. Six strategically placed wooden pillars represent the side-walls, and coloured gaffa-tape on the floor represent flowing curtains and gauzes that divide the rehearsal space into “front, middle and back”. There’s a large blue rock with intricate carvings on the front, and also a golden plinth-like structure that dominates the room.