When the word “home” is defined in a dictionary you are given definitions like “the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered” or “any place of residence or refuge” but to me home means so much more. To me, home is theatre. Those who know me well will attest that the change in me throughout this experience is drastic. Theatre transports me to places I couldn’t dream of otherwise and two years ago, I was taken to a place that would change my life forever and theatre transformed to the place I call home.
Thoughts and ideas flooded my mind as I stepped into the off-green colored cafeteria. Memories of small theatre camp productions popped up and filled me with both excitement and anxiousness. Knowing I had participated in some …show more content…
Stress fills the air as critiques are given and the sympathy that used to accompany them are no longer there. It’s crunch time as some might say it and by the end of the week there isn’t much kindness, strength, or sleep left. I came into that week with no idea what I was in store for. The new statements that were often heard were “Go away!” and “Yes, I know how to do this.” “Ughhhhh” and “Fine!” were also recurring phrases and I felt as if my once perfect cast was suddenly shattering into 76 individual people unlike the one group we once were. Days went on and all I could think about was how well these people were putting up with all of the negativity yet how I could barely take two steps without feeling as if our show was trash. These thoughts and feelings only built up and ideas went from We’re all just stressed to There is no way this is going to work out until I’m not good enough wouldn’t leave my mind. As I stood in the darkness of the stage right wing waiting to go onstage I felt warm tears slowly fall down my face and I fell apart. I sat down on a chimney top and let my head fall into my hands while internally scolding myself for letting this happen. That ended though and silence surrounded me. The silence didn’t last for long though because the orchestra began to play and the voices onstage were soft and harmonic as the show began. I unburied my face and allowed myself
Thoughts and ideas flooded my mind as I stepped into the off-green colored cafeteria. Memories of small theatre camp productions popped up and filled me with both excitement and anxiousness. Knowing I had participated in some …show more content…
Stress fills the air as critiques are given and the sympathy that used to accompany them are no longer there. It’s crunch time as some might say it and by the end of the week there isn’t much kindness, strength, or sleep left. I came into that week with no idea what I was in store for. The new statements that were often heard were “Go away!” and “Yes, I know how to do this.” “Ughhhhh” and “Fine!” were also recurring phrases and I felt as if my once perfect cast was suddenly shattering into 76 individual people unlike the one group we once were. Days went on and all I could think about was how well these people were putting up with all of the negativity yet how I could barely take two steps without feeling as if our show was trash. These thoughts and feelings only built up and ideas went from We’re all just stressed to There is no way this is going to work out until I’m not good enough wouldn’t leave my mind. As I stood in the darkness of the stage right wing waiting to go onstage I felt warm tears slowly fall down my face and I fell apart. I sat down on a chimney top and let my head fall into my hands while internally scolding myself for letting this happen. That ended though and silence surrounded me. The silence didn’t last for long though because the orchestra began to play and the voices onstage were soft and harmonic as the show began. I unburied my face and allowed myself