Mar 14, 2006 00:48
Why did I decide to wear makeup today, of all days? I have cried my eyes out and I now look like a walking zombie, but hey, it's not every day you get to shed tears of joy.
I have a teacher here at Boston Conservatory who has tried to explain what a real "theatrical experience" is to me. He claims that it is unlikely I have ever really had one. I now know that I have. I saw "Equus" at the BoCO and have never been so moved; not just by the story, but by the acting, the coordination, the fluid unity of the cast, and even the minimal yet very effective set. I am now awake.
After clapping until my hands where raw, I watched the actors bow and began to sob. I was overwelmed by the experience I had just had, the joy every other human in the audience was feeling, and mostly, the joy I felt from the actors on stage. I ran outside and walked home in the rain, my tears mingled with each drop from the sky. I have never felt this way before, but I know that this is just the beginning of something.
I will try to release it all in "Night, Mother." Thank you God for giving me this passion. It cannot be taught, and I won't let it be taken away.