How I Learned to Drive opens in two days. I've been at the end of an emotional rope in regards to it throughout the process; going through everything in my head, and dealing with my issues as an actor a lot. But, I think we're at a good place, and I'm finally feeling relaxed enough to just have fun, and play in my scenes, and just feel and go through the beautiful catharsis of theatre, and feel that this show is why one does theatre and feels the need to create art.
Sitting in my musical theatre class we watched clips from Fiddler on the Roof. Hearing the musical strains of Tradition brought back all of the memories of doing this show EIGHT years ago as a sophmore in High School. Getting into Drive was redeeming when I got cast because I felt that for the first time in four and a half years of college I was respected as an actor, and not just as a singer. However, I never thought of the parallels to that show so long ago, when I cried at seeing the cast list and got my first ROLE. I was Chava, and I got to not only spend my time with the other seniors who got cast, and see how they worked, but I got to ACT. I was crying on stage every night as I was disowned, and I got to sing and dance. It still resonates in my memory as the most beautiful, wonderful, simple show I have ever been in. It was also the first time my mother told me she believed in me and my abilities, and that I had her blessing to do this for the rest of my life.
So as I look forward to the rest of my life, I feel I have come full circle because I believe, and give myself the blessing to continue to make and live art every day of my life.
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