So tonight is my last performance of Stepping Out. I joined this play with my mother because, as you may or may not know, she regularly does community theatre, and in the beginning of this particular play someone bailed on their part and they needed an extra person. Erin happens to be a very tiny community, with an even smaller theatre group so their options were limited. And by limited I mean they had no one else. So my mother asked me if I would do it.
Me, being the child left in the dark of how much work, patience, and effort was needed for this part, said yes. After I was already committed I discovered how challenging this play was going to be. Not only did the other experienced members share their discomfort in this play being one of if not the most difficult plays they have done, I had almost an entire month less of rehearsals than everyone else. I was convinced this was going to be a huge disaster on my part. Not only did I have to learn the lines, the cue lines, stage placement and moving about, but I also had to learn how to tap dance and remember to speak in a British accent for the duration of the play. Also, conquering stage freight was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I went home crying after our first dress rehearsal. No lie.
However, after the first performance I began to ease up a little and really get into the character. The people I was working with are extremely talented and very supportive, so I was glad for that.
All in all, I have actually become pretty comfortable with the part and I must say I am sad to see this experience leave, but I am glad this is finally over.
Listening to: Thank you by Descendents
Fact of the day: it realy wasnt that bad.
