Class

Last night in acting class, I felt very frustrated. I cannot consistently breathe life into new material- and I feel as if I should be able to at least service all material.

In my mind, there are three kinds of actors: the ones who are not up to the task, the ones who do a serviceable job, and the ones who transcend the material.

As coincidences have it, the monologue I was struggling with was Gypsy Rose Lee's monologue from Gypsy. Which is just wonderful.

Tonight, my acting teacher (who I have tremendous respect for) emailed me this:

You have the desire...I certainly know that. You will continue to grow because you really want to. That kind of desire is not all that common. It is one of your best tools.

And it makes me feel tremendous.
I know I will get there. I just have to keep going for it.

Real Star Power

I hope that I am the kind of classy Broadway star that Lin-Manuel Miranda is.
This grand gesture is inspirational.