Lesley is the woman who’s leading the beginning actors workshop on March 21. She mentioned how scared most people are to get on stage. They’ll start off with set building or being a backstage hand. Hmm. Not me. I told her I want to act.
The workshop will include the opportunity to throw a teenaged tantrum. Yes! I can do that. In real life, I have very little antagonism left in me, but socking it to my parents for pretend sounds like so much fun.
Decades ago, I took a personal development course in Vancouver. One of the exercises was to share these words with another participant:
Don’t you ever … ever … ever … let me catch you
Brushing that dog’s teeth
With my toothbrush!
Back then, in my 30’s, I struggled. I had learned to be polite, “nice”. Before I got to the point of really blasting my partner, the instructor sure blasted me. “C’mon, Bruce. Give me all you’ve got!” What an adventure. So I’m definitely looking forward to telling mom and dad where to go.
I’m drawn to the third play of next season’s playbill at the Princess Avenue Playhouse – Jake’s Women. The cast is one guy and seven girls. The small voice inside says “What chance do you have to get the one and only male part? You haven’t acted for 39 years.” But there’s another speaker who wants me to go for it. Here’s a synopsis of the play:
“Jake, a novelist who is more successful with fiction that with life, faces a marital crisis by daydreaming about the women in his life. The wildly comic and sometimes moving flashbacks played in his mind are interrupted by visitations from actual females. Jake’s women include a revered first wife who was killed years earlier in an accident, his daughter who is recalled as a child but is now a young woman, his boisterous and bossy sister, an opinionated analyst, his current wife who is leaving Jake for another man, and a prospective third wife.”
Okay, I like this. Not being an obsessive-type person, I won’t tell you that I’ve ordered the script from Amazon (delivery on Friday, March 6!) plus the movie that was adapted from it, starring Alan Alda (delivery by March 23!). Oh, Bruce. Such a silly goose.
Ya gotta laugh at us human beings. So strange. And we’ll see what plops into my lap as I travel on.