An Awesome Rehearsal
Today is April fool's day! I can't wait to trick my co-workers with all kinds of pranks and scanks. LOL...Not that I really have anything in mind--really I am just trying to lighten up my spirit a little bit and April Fools is a cool way to do it. That is, if you don't pull a prank that no one finds funny.
Last night's rehearsals was truly something amazing. We went over our monologues--this came as request of the director. West asked that all the actors prepare a short monologue that will be cited at the end of the play. Last night he got to hear a few of them and after hearing them he got up--nearly stormed out of the room. Not in a rage but in sentiment. He came back into the auditorium and his eyes were bloodshot from crying and crying hard.
This production is about his life and I didn't find out until the radio interview that I was playing a young West who had grown up on the rough streets of Atlanta, Jonathan is playing a dear friend of his whom indeed was murdered as a drug dealer on the streets of ATL.. My pride for playing this character grew--perhaps a little late in the game, or maybe not. Maybe this new found sense of pride and strength to portray this character had come at the right time---right when a play director had grown weak from memory of a lost friend and the role he played in that persons life.
All day yesterday, as I carried my cd player I listened to Jaunita Bynum's "I will waif for you." For some odd reason--I couldn't turn it off, much like at the time I fell in love with Mary J. Blige's "Come To Me (Peace)." Difference is--"I will wait for you" expresses a heartfelt patience for the Lord, which is something that I have lacked for a long time now. Those who may have known me from MDD know that I am a fireball, a sexual one at that and my faith in God had reached a near point of no return. But every now and again I'd receive a whisper of my restoration of faith and yesterday the whisper had gotten louder.
After that powerful rehearsal--This joyous sorrow fell of me. Contrary, I know but that was the feeling--indescribable really. It was like a void had opened up inside of me and it had been filled partially but something else was missing. The other part of me didn't get the memo of restoration. The result--partial satisfaction. So last night I called Fred to see if he could help me out with that missing part or unfilled void so to speak and let's just--he helped alot.
Last night's rehearsals was truly something amazing. We went over our monologues--this came as request of the director. West asked that all the actors prepare a short monologue that will be cited at the end of the play. Last night he got to hear a few of them and after hearing them he got up--nearly stormed out of the room. Not in a rage but in sentiment. He came back into the auditorium and his eyes were bloodshot from crying and crying hard.
This production is about his life and I didn't find out until the radio interview that I was playing a young West who had grown up on the rough streets of Atlanta, Jonathan is playing a dear friend of his whom indeed was murdered as a drug dealer on the streets of ATL.. My pride for playing this character grew--perhaps a little late in the game, or maybe not. Maybe this new found sense of pride and strength to portray this character had come at the right time---right when a play director had grown weak from memory of a lost friend and the role he played in that persons life.
All day yesterday, as I carried my cd player I listened to Jaunita Bynum's "I will waif for you." For some odd reason--I couldn't turn it off, much like at the time I fell in love with Mary J. Blige's "Come To Me (Peace)." Difference is--"I will wait for you" expresses a heartfelt patience for the Lord, which is something that I have lacked for a long time now. Those who may have known me from MDD know that I am a fireball, a sexual one at that and my faith in God had reached a near point of no return. But every now and again I'd receive a whisper of my restoration of faith and yesterday the whisper had gotten louder.
After that powerful rehearsal--This joyous sorrow fell of me. Contrary, I know but that was the feeling--indescribable really. It was like a void had opened up inside of me and it had been filled partially but something else was missing. The other part of me didn't get the memo of restoration. The result--partial satisfaction. So last night I called Fred to see if he could help me out with that missing part or unfilled void so to speak and let's just--he helped alot.