Moving On
I feel I should lay something down about the completion of the last show I'll ever perform at Providence. I don't think the whole impact has hit me. I always expected I would cry my heart out the last night, but I was actually not even very upset.
I think it is because this is not the end for me. This is my beginning. Cats is undoubtedly the best show I have been in to date, and will likely even surpass some of my college productions. But I have so much more to do. I want to keep doing shows in college and in my future. Maybe I won't be afforded a guaranteed lead because of age and obligation like Providence, but that doesn't matter. As long as I do what makes me happy, and stick with it, I can never say to someone; "I didn't try".
Theatre is what I love. It's what I'm best at, and it's what makes sense to me. The world tells me to hunch down in a cubicle because I'll never succeed, and I've been denied pretty much every scholarship I applied to, I'm guessing because there is no respect for what I want to do. But that doesn't matter to me. I will act and work with films if it kills me.
Thank you to Providence for the memories. My flame there is nearly blown out. But I see it as a small ember dying in the wind, just before a blazing campfire is lit in its place.
I think it is because this is not the end for me. This is my beginning. Cats is undoubtedly the best show I have been in to date, and will likely even surpass some of my college productions. But I have so much more to do. I want to keep doing shows in college and in my future. Maybe I won't be afforded a guaranteed lead because of age and obligation like Providence, but that doesn't matter. As long as I do what makes me happy, and stick with it, I can never say to someone; "I didn't try".
Theatre is what I love. It's what I'm best at, and it's what makes sense to me. The world tells me to hunch down in a cubicle because I'll never succeed, and I've been denied pretty much every scholarship I applied to, I'm guessing because there is no respect for what I want to do. But that doesn't matter to me. I will act and work with films if it kills me.
Thank you to Providence for the memories. My flame there is nearly blown out. But I see it as a small ember dying in the wind, just before a blazing campfire is lit in its place.