Why I Do Theatre

I do theatre because I love it, and I find myself in it. I am not truly happy untill I am on a stage, or rehearsing to be on one. There’s a reason I put up with idiots, mean people, jerks and weird-os…because I love it too much to give it up.

I love the moment where your mind goes blank–you stop thinking about anything and you find yourself still singing and dancing and acting, but this time, you’re actually in the moment. You’ve reached elysium.

I love the late night drives home in the quiet, knowing that you’re superior to the other late night drivers on the road because you’ve just come down off of your post-show high.

I love having dual styles: on stage and off. I love explaining to restaurant workers and gas station attendants that I’m not a hooker, I just haven’t taken off my stage make-up yet.

I love listening to a standing ovation, even if it’s not for me. I love sitting back stage just waiting to go on, and I love the anticipation of opening nights and the bittersweet closing nights.

I love the rediculous amounts of partying that happens after the show. I love meeting the best friends I have, and being able to say goodbye (but not really because you know that in 2 months you’ll see eachother again).

I love knowing that I’ve made life-long friendships…and maybe some enemies. I love dealing with the drama that goes with community theatre. I love sitting around and listening to tales of “the good old days”, when pick-up rehearsals were a joke and the theatre was still outdoors.

I love just sitting around playing cards and laughing with my friends, or assisting with a rediculously quick costume change. I love the tension in a stuck zipper or a missing shoe, and I love the sense of being a “somebody” that happens when you get a body mike for the first time.

I love the stank-assness that happens in the dressing rooms and I love playing “spot the costume/set/prop/actor” at invited dress. I love listening to people bitch about bad reviewers, but never attempting to review themselves.

I love doing the little things that people don’t notice, like vaccuuming or taking out the trash, and just knowng that i did something for the betterment of all, as jaded and misguided as that sounds.

I love coming home to a filthy room because you haven’t had time to clean it. I love being a fast-food connesuir. I love knowing the waitress’ name at Steak n Shake because that’s our “spot”. .

I hate the blisters that are permanantly scarred onto my feet, but i love knowing that they got there doing something I love. I love coming home covered in paint and smelling like sweat and sawdust before the show starts.

I love the smell of the theatre, and I love picking the paint off the floor while we listen to notes. I love looking down into the pit and seeing my friends making faces at me whilst I try not to laugh.

I love everything about it..even the bad times. Times when you don’t get a part, or your costume sucks, or you hate the show, or everything seems to be going wrong…even then I still love it.

and I always will. and knowing that I’v found what makes me whole is a wonderfull feeling.

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