losing perspective on balance
no longer understanding what is up or down, right or wrong. looking in the mirror and not understanding the role you are about to go out and perform, but somehow, you do.
the audience pauses, then applauds. polite.
no standing ovation tonight.
tomorrow, tomorrow. there’s a chance. what’s that line scarlett says?
and tomorrow comes. and still you aren’t prepared – you certainly don’t feel prepared. the feeling of utter and complete failure if you don’t have every. single. damn. thing. memorized. motions. lines. but you ad-lib it and, maybe, just maybe, your timing is good. the audience laughs. you relax, and it shows. this part was meant for you, and we see it play out. this is an interaction. this is performance art.
and yet the all or nothing sensation looms, lingers. and of course when the audience does not somehow give you what you were hoping for — even though you didn’t consciously realize that you had any expectations — you are crushed. your worth is measured in how you reflect back at yourself through their reactions.
all or nothing.
me/them.
“i
guess”
what do
i know?
reeling.
i am not
an actress
what does it mean
we are all autonomous actors
but we are not acting alone (+/-)
without the influence of others/outside factors and forces
who wrote the script?
who is editing it now?
do you know your next line?
are you in the right place, right now?
i see myself in you.
what do you see in me?