
performer
It may feel like a distant memory now, but that was the beginning of everything. The first spark.
The stage gave me my voice before I even fully knew who I was. It taught me presence, emotion, how to hold space and tell my truth - even when playing someone else.
That early love for performance quietly shaped everything I’ve done since. It wasn’t just acting. It was the start of a much bigger story.
“i was just
a misfit kid”
— Hannah Phillips
Before the cameras, before the storytelling, before everything else…
There was the stage.
I was five years old when I fell in love with performing.
Just before my sixth birthday, I made my debut under the lights, in front of an audience, with my heart racing and my eyes wide open.
For a decade, that’s all anyone knew me for. I was the theatre kid.
The one who always had a script in hand when at school, who felt most at home in costume, who lived for that pause before the applause.

“the stage was the spark; everything that followed was the fire.
— Hannah Phillips
nowadays?
Sometimes I close my eyes and I’m back there…
London stages, late-night rehearsals, the electric energy of performing with friends who felt more like family.
I’ve been lucky.
I’ve stood in some of the most iconic venues in the country, from theatres in the heart of London to the roar of Wembley Stadium.
I was part of something bigger - breaking world records together, joining Welsh National Opera, creating memories that still live in the quiet moments between chords.
I miss those days more than I can say.
The laughter backstage, the thrill of curtain calls, the way it felt to be surrounded by people who understood exactly what it meant to give everything to a performance.
Those friends shaped me. I carry them with me, always.
Now, life has slowed down. I’ve settled into my little studio, where I spend my time practising guitar, collecting microphones, and writing songs that speak to where I’ve been - and where I might be going.
It’s different, quieter, but there’s still music.
There’s still meaning. And the story’s not over yet.