I got bitten by the acting bug rather late in life. Or maybe I should clarify and say I acted on the bug bite rather late in life.
I’ve written a couple of plays and several screenplays and directed lots of stage plays. Also worked in production on some film projects, but I never had the nerve to step on stage as an actress. And I hesitated to tell anybody that I always had a secret desire to be on stage until a friend, Mia, weaseled it out of me.
Mia is a wonderful actress and I had the pleasure of directing her in several productions in a community theatre here in East Texas, and when she was putting together a revue to direct she talked me into taking a small part. What she said was, “I really need an old lady. And there are only a few lines. You can do it.”
I didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted, but she quickly covered, “I don’t mean you are “old” old. I just mean you are older than the teenagers who will be in the show.”
That was the beginning.
A year or so later, Mia talked me into auditioning at another community theatre for “Squabbles”, a comedy by Marshall Karp. I was floored when I got the major part of Mildred, but that unleashed the monster in me. I love performing, even though the rehearsal schedule is enough to wear a person out. But making the character and the story come alive is a great thrill. And working with a talented group of players is magic.
So, now I am in another show. We are doing “Daddy’s Dyin’ Whose got the Will” at the Main Street Theatre in Sulphur Springs, Texas. We open tonight and run this Thurs, Fri, Sat and next Thurs, Fri, Sat. If you care to see some pictures of the cast visit The Front Porch News (My friend, Mia, is the one on the right in the first picture.)
One thing I have noticed since I have been acting is how much that has helped in terms of writing scenes in my books. I have a better sense of the choreography of how characters would move in a scene instead of being stagnant. When I am stuck on how a scene should go, I actually get up and walk myself through it.
My cat, who thinks I got up to feed him, watches for a minute, then I swear he shakes his head as if to say, “What on earth is she doing now?”
2 thoughts on “Opening Night”
I love that out of all the audiences you’ve performed in front of, your cat’s critiqe is the one you pay attention to.
Straight From Hel
LOL, Helen. Cats are scary. 🙂