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TUESDAY, JANUARY 27, 2009 (9:08 AM)

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Theatre.

(I'm feeling amused)

Supposedly today is blog about New Orleans Theatre Day. Well, here are some of my thoughts....yes, an actual blog instead of a survey.

I've always been one to live more of a slightly fantasized, dramatic life. I've never wanted life any other way. I did my first "play" in kindergarten. Sort of. I say sort of because I was the "director" and an "actor:" in the "play". I remember asking my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Marsha, if she'd let us do a play for her. She said yes. It wasn't much of a play. Princesses and babies and jewelry made of baby wipes. Odd combination, I know, but I look back on that and realize that that was my first really real performance with an audience. I mean, yeah, sure we had the end of the year programs and Christmas and Easter programs in preschool and stuff, but this was the first one that I had ever done any real "acting". I wonder now what that teacher thought of me. The silly little girl with a bright personality and the most get-out-of-town-awful country accent ever. I wonder if I knew then that I'd be so in love with theatre now.

Fast forward to today. Today I was walking down the hall of an all too familiar hall way on campus. I've walked that hall way probably more than I care to think about. Today it was different, though. It was sad. There were signs posted on a neatly organized bulletin board. That bulletin board has seen some interesting days. I signed my name on a list on that board more than once. One time in particular stands out in my mind. My first time signing a list. Not just any list, a cast list. I remember the night before I had gotten a phone call saying that I had been cast in the play MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING By: William Shakespeare. I was shocked. Never in a million years had I ever expected to be cast in anything. I remember asking the stage manager, Lydia, if everyone had been cast. She laughed and said that 65 people had auditioned, but that only 24 made it. Wow. The next day I walked down that hallway for the first time to accept my role as the First Watch. I had my friend CJ take a picture of me fake signing the list later that day.

That was nearly two years ago.

And, again, I say fast forward to today. I was walking down the hall that over the past two years I had come to know, love and practically claim for the theatre department. Then I realize that there are other people there. People I don't know. I say people, but I saw one person. It sent me to an awkward place emotionally. I hadn't realized how much exactly theatre had been so essential to me. Not just the act of theatre, the actual theatre. The building. The proscenium. The audience. The actors--my friends, and in some few rare cases, people who didn't care much for me or I for them. The directors. The scenery. The lights. All of it. The memories. So many memories, in the same place I had been many times before that was all changed and different with time. A short amount of time, but still, time changes things. So many new people walk that hallway now. I can't help but be happy that the theatre has new participants, but sad because I don't have things in common with these new participants. They like the night clubs, I prefer the pubs with my older friends. They look down upon Shakespeare and Greek theatre, I love them both with my heart, because they are a part of my history as an actor.

So, I leave you with this. Would all of this eventually get to me if I didn't have to take a year off from theatre? Would it set in after I graduated? Would it happen anyway even with me staying the way I was in theatre while the people around me changed? Why does it all mean so much? When I get to go back, will I be resented because I have memroies with this place and these few people who are still here from when I started that these other people do not? Will I resent them for their new memories that I am not a part?

Mucho heart and lots of love,
KT

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Posted Jan 27, 09 by GregLions (

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I have the same thoughts about my 20s. Now there's Internet. Then there wasn't. I feel robbed of the chance to have amassed thousands of fans worshippers admirers etc.
But the memories we take from any given venture in our lives are captured in OUR vessels (minds) like a scrap-book. :-)
It's a never ending story.