The saga continues...
Well, last night (technically Wednesday) I went and saw my acting professor in a play here in Philadelphia. The play was called Slapped--it's a translation of the play He Who Gets Slapped by the Russian symbolist Leonid Andreyev. I will say he was quite good--I forgot that I was watching my professor and really started thinking of him as the character--success, I would guess. Afterwards, I waited outside like the love-struck schoolgirl that I am, (see February 20, 2001) to congradulate him. (For the record, it was about 32° F last night, and I was wearing a skirt and no gloves. Dumb.) So wait I did, and finally he came out with a woman (girlfriend? I know he isn't married...). He was quite surprised to see me. I tried to sound intelligent, but god knows I can't do that, so I babbled about the play, the ending, and how much I liked it, sounding like a fool. Finally I wandered off like an idiot, mad at myself.
Ah, but here's where the madness kicks in. I laid in bed later that night, I thought about a conversation I'd had with my friend Kate, about how much we both love theatre, and how all our friends have been involved in acting and production elements, etc. So, it occured to me--why not start our own acting troupe? Kate's in school for clothing design--she can be our costume expert. My sister is a film major, but has also worked in theater as a stage manager; I'm trying to be a playwrite and actress; the rest of my friends are in the same way--artists, actors, etc. I'm the only one with any training in an actual school of acting (Stanislavski), but I'm not thinking of this taking off any time real soon. There's a lot of planning we have to do. But why not do it? If we suck, we'll find out soon enough and learn from our mistakes.
I can hear the "buts" already. "But what about money?" "But what about time?" "But what about talent?" Buts be damned! I'm going for it.