I am working. Not only that, but I am working at one of the top theatres in the country, making LORT B (second only to LORT A when it comes to regional theatre) pay, and playing two leading roles. It’s a three month contract which means I will get another six months of health insurance. I am housed. I have a car I share with two other actors. This is the DREAM.
Which means I want to remember this feeling when I go back to NYC. I’m already dreading it… that discomfort of not working, that pain of not auditioning, that hurt of wanting so hard you think you might break.
But right now?
My every-morning arbor.
Nighttime in the Deep South.
My home away from home.
Rehearsal from the sidelines.
A $5 po’boy that really hit the spot.
My other home away from home.
My day off.
May every day off be this magical
Rehearsal, from “offstage”
There is art here… you just have to find it.
I have friends.
I get to wear these. I GET TO WEAR THESE AND THEY WERE MADE FOR ME.