What did the 0 say to the 8? Nice Belt

Never let reality get in the way of a perfectly good theory.

- Bill Jetzer

I’m late!

I’m late, I’m late, for a very important website… mine. I had set myself a minimum goal of three posts a month and I am falling way behind for the month of May. In falling behind, I also had a lot go on that I don’t particularly want to cram into a single post… but alas it shall be so.

What has happened in May already? Finished up a run of the One Acts, went on Vacation, and partook in a pal’s video (times two).

First, the One Acts:

Fantastically fun and so great to get back into theatre shape. The hardest part about getting fully back into performance shape was getting those damn lines down. It has and forever will be my weakest theatre quality. Memorization of lines. With David Ive’s Sure Thing, the fragmentation of a pursuit for the perfect first conversation proved particularly painful and par for expectation. In the eleven performances we had, there was not a single perfect run. Of course, every run was imperfect in it’s own way. There were the rough spots, but one night a 7 of 9 rough spots would go perfect, and another night a completely different set of 7 were perfect… never the same.¬†Which brings me the Actor’s Nightmare. Complete and utter brain failure and the resulting silence.

The Friday of our last weekend started bad. By far the worst start for us in Sure Thing. A few of the starting segments got rearranged but the ball kept rolling. We’d both missed our fair share of cues and lines but we ultimately get things in, if even in the wrong order… but that was just the beginning. Literally, the first 2 minutes of the 10 minute one act. Then came the line that I knew I had trouble remembering. It is a one of those line shifts, like shifting from 2nd to 5th in your manual Porsche 911 (if you’re so lucky to have one…). After the flustering beginning, I dropped it. Actually, “dropped it” is a complete understatement for which I cannot possibly overstate it’s intention.

My brain went void. I’d say it went black, but that’s like saying zero is null. I ceased performing and turned into stone in which all I could was… well nothing.

It lasted seconds but length of time doesn’t matter in these moments. In my head, everything stopped and time didn’t carry on… and I wasn’t calm… even if I may have appeared it.

I was fortunately saved by the amazing co-star, Kenzie and the remaining show rolled without a hitch, but the damage was done. My emotional distress was at an eleven of ten and it ruined the following week. It might not have been obvious as the remaining shows went very smoothly, but it still severely sucked.

Other than that, I am perfectly pleased with how everything came together.

For The Philadelphia one act, I believe I made some of the strongest acting I have ever done. Every moment and line had it’s intention. Every intention had it’s presence. Every presence I made big and obvious. I don’t think I ever felt so sure and comfortable on stage with why I was doing everything I was doing. I believe this is mostly due to a great deal of maturation I’ve went through in the last few years. Context is important, and I’m starting to realize how to recognize and understand the many things the go into performance along with human interaction. Before it was all action, purely physical and visual. Now it is more mental and emotional. Think through the many layers that build a performance. Recognize what works and what doesn’t. Look for opportunities to see amazing shows and learn.

I am ready for the next steps in theatre and can’t wait to do more :)

It’s getting late and I realize that I’m not entirely comfortable typing in bed, lying down, laptop on my chest and hands over each side of the keyboard in fairly awkward fashion, so I’ll leave the post at that. If nothing else, it gives me an excuse to write another post soon so I can get on target for that three posts a month.