Tears and Diaper Pins

Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. ~Confucious One Acts are over. Forever. After having done 6 seasons, it’s a hard thing to let go. I know it’s just some short plays thrown together for a few laughs and an occasional Italian-directed drama, but it’s something that’s really become a part of me. I hadn’t really thought about it until closing night that this would be the last time I got to act on the Little Theatre stage. Before my first show, I finally gave my cast their pins (I, unlike some, enjoy traditions even if they don’t make sense) and I started to tell them how proud I was and got significantly choked up. At this point I got a little panicked because I was afraid I might cry in the middle of “Wanda’s Visit,” not the desired reaction in a comedy. Luckily, the Saturday night audience was a dud, and the play came off kinda flat. So instead of being in a glass case of emotion, I simply shrugged “that kinda sucked.” I did save myself a little moment in the theatre alone before we left for Eat ‘n Park, though. It was nice. So now my life has returned to normal somewhat. Directing and acting was a mistake, but I’m still glad I did it. Now I’m only concerned with Major Barbara (LINES!!!) and I don’t have to spend 6 hours in Pew every night. Now I can start concentrating on classes and internship applications and such. I’ve been given the option of directing one of the Acting&Directing shows, but I really have to save that time to work on the independent study I haven’t started. If only I’d known about this sooner, I could have done the show instead of my crappy film. I’ll probably do it anyway; I’m the theatre whore and it’s getting worse with this sudden onset nostalgia I’m experiencing in my last semester.