In Part 2 of Opening Ceremony performer Lucy Hartley’s blogathon, we hear how it felt to be a part of the greatest show on earth.
‘So what did you get up to last night?’ asked the man in my corner shop this morning. ‘Oh you know’ I replied, ‘just performed for one billion people.’
I arrived at the park at around 2pm and passed through security for the final time as an Olympic performer, rather than a paying spectator. I felt emotional from the moment I gazed up at my beautiful stadium. I now call it ‘my’ stadium as I have spent so much time in there over the past couple of months, it feels like home. I won’t deny that the rehearsals were gruelling. My fellow volunteers and I endured the cold, harsh rain and through it all we became a family. A different type of games family from the one referred to in the press. A family who spent all weekend in a top secret sodden car park in Dagenham with only pieces of turf and hedges for company. The unseasonable weather and Danny Boyle’s awesome vision bound us together. I know I have made some friends for life.
Once in a lifetime experience
Putting my make-up on and getting into my costume was a nerve-wracking affair. I wanted to look my best for Queen and country, even if I was a down-trodden industrial weaver.
The atmosphere walking up to the stadium for my pre-show position was electric; I felt a spark with every passing gaze. I don’t think many people ever have such a feeling and I am privileged to have experienced it. Waiting under the stadium to go onto the field of play was truly a magical moment. My wonderful Devon performers passed plenty of good luck messages, hugs and tears. As I heard the rumble of the audience before stepping out into the bright lights I made sure I took a deep breath. At that moment it dawned on me, we were making history. I was part of the greatest show on earth.
Read Lucy’s previous blog (27 July).