Last night my students had their big Spring Concert, and I am hoping it went well. I’m writing this post a day before the concert, but barring any wardrobe malfunctions or massive technical failures, it probably went well. My students are well-rehearsed and know the songs they’re doing, so I think we’re in good shape.
Tonight the Drama students open their two-night run of Twelve Angry Jurors (Twelve Angry Men originally, but we have a mixed male-female cast). A couple of students had to back out last-minute due to illness, family emergencies, etc., so I have to step in as Juror Ten, the bigoted one—gulp! Fortunately, I’m not expected to memorize my lines, but I’m going to try to conceal my script in a legal pad so it’s not quite so obvious that I’m reading directly from the script.
Acting is very difficult. This week’s TBT post looks back to when I played the lead in a play one of my former students wrote, Catching Icarus. It was easily one of the most difficult and rewarding things I’ve ever done—and I’ve steadfastly avoided acting ever since.
I am somewhat mercenary in my artistic habits; acting is too much of a time (and mental) commitment relative to the gains (both artistic and financial). I can slap together a good concert in a fraction of the time it takes to write, rehearse, direct, and stage a play. And if a couple of kids can’t play on a concert, it doesn’t derail (typically) the entire event.
In other words, for me, acting is too much investment for too little return.
That said, it’s also very fun when everything clicks, and I see the appeal for those who are really into drama.
With that, here is “Flashback Friday: Opening Night“:
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