Sunday, June 3, 2012

Only in NY

You know growing up as a kid, my parents were divorced, mom became a working mother and somehow managed to keep us kids occupied on very little child support. Dance classes, volleyball practice,etc.. Most of our non-divorced friends were leading lives of international vacations and karate classes. While we as kids, never wanted to miss out, I can tell it pained her just not having enough money to send all of us.
I always wanted to go to see the touring Broadway shows. Those were my happiest memories. Dad took me and my siblings to see 42nd street and I fell in love. I had playmates that would fly to NY and watch shows, and though I was so excited for them, deep down I wish I could do it too. Chicago on Broadway for a Dance convention. We were always taught never to ask for too much. But in retrospect, I have two memories of asking for something and getting it, one being the Fraggle Rock book collections was only two easy payments of $9.99 with a matching tote, the other, tickets to see 42nd street. Ask and you shall receive? Yes! and no, not in my family. To dream big  and push boundaries wasn't exactly something our family did. I don't know how many times I heard my mother say 'who do you think you are?' My response should have been 'still figuring that out mom'...  Anyway, thats another post...

Now I live in NY. Maybe that was the biggest draw, other than obvious career move. Its amazing to have the best theatre at your fingertips.
I had the privilege of watching 'Death of a Salesman' starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Andrew Garfield, Linda Emond.
I normally like going into a show not knowing the story and being completely floored by whats presented. This time I read the play first. I kind of wish I didn't. Funny thing is, I would read before bed and I think I was half asleep through some of them because I completely forgot a few scenes. Also, as an actor, you watch a show differently than the average person. Since I already knew the story, I got lost in the actors and choices each made rather than sit back and be entertained. Regardless, the performance took over and by the end I was crying, bawling, huffy and puffy hysterical. When that curtain goes down, I always get so overwhelmed with emotion.  That something can be so powerful and move audiences...
It reminds me of why I want to do this.
And why I want to be here.

I'm so grateful.

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