The Delayed Train
What is considered to be performance? Can every day life be a performance? Does a performance require acting or is it as realistic to life as possible.
The 10:54 from Stockport to Sheffield which arrives at 11:34 gives me exactly 10 minutes to change over to catch the 11:44 to Lincoln Central. That means I have ten minutes to get from one end of the platform, to the stairs, over the bridge, down the other set of stairs and walk to the very end of the platform to get to 4B. Usually that is possible even with the herds of people you have to make your way through.
Except most of the time the 10:54 to Stockport is late so the average time I have is about four minutes. The last journey I caught the train was fifteen minutes late. This resulted in me missing my connection and then having to wait an hour in Sheffield station.
That’s a hour to entertain myself while sat in a cold waiting room.
Can my actions be considered a performance?
If Schechner states that “every day is a performance?” the why can’t it be?
It is a solo performance as I sit there with my luggage and answer text, scroll through Facebook, listen to music or flick through Netflix. It involved no conversation except those through text. Are my audience the other passengers waiting for their different trains that lead them to a destination that will continue their day? Their own private lives?
I think the train station waiting room is an incredibly interesting place as there are so many individual lives and backstories all sat in one room for a limited amount of time. It’s like a short glimpse into these peoples lives and I don’t know what their name is, who they are or where they’re going. One may be carrying a guitar which makes me assume he’s a musician or he could be bringing it to his son he’s only allowed to see on weekends for a fourteenth birthday presents. A woman with a dog, an elderly couple sorting out their tickets. It’s fascinating to try and piece all of these stories together but never truly knowing the answer.