Saturday, April 27, 2013

We couldn't go back, could we Henry?

I came out of mothballs tonight.  Martha asked how long it had been since I was in a show and I said I thought it was six years.  That's wrong.  I haven't costumed a show in about six years.  I hadn't performed for 10.
The Fabbey Abbey Ball was a Downton Abbey themed fundraiser for KET held at Spindletop Hall.  Interspersed between dinner, dessert and dancing were short scenes featuring characters from the TV show played by local actors and a has-been.  Moi.  I'm not sure what made Martha Campbell think of me for the role of Violet.  I'd never seen the show and said yes before I understood fully that I was going to be standing in for Maggie Smith.  Ye Gods.
When I ran from theatre, it was 90 miles an hour into the black night screaming like a blazing banshee in soon to catch gunpowder boots.  For years I wouldn't even go to a play unless Patti was in it.  I told folks I had PTSD.  Post Theatric Stress Disorder. I had recovered enough to go to a play that Patti was not in, if she went with me, but the thought of being further involved kind of gave me the all overs.  that is, until a few weeks ago when this opportunity was presented.  When I realized that the very idea did not make me curl up into a ball, I found it was a quite convenient time for me to take a week off from Meijer, wondered what old buddies might turn up in the cast, basked in the lovely warm glow of having been asked... and jumped.
Great landing.  The whole event was FUN in all capitals.  I don't think it's the chocolate truffle-y cheesecake they fed us talking, though I confess that I am still under the influence.  I met some terrific actor people and got to work with Laurie Preston(who I have known for 20ish years and never acted with) and Martha. It was a light and easy project.  A toe in tepid water.  And it woke something up.  When the cast was joking about "next years fund raiser" as we were packing up, I found myself commenting as if I was all in.  All the way home I thought of characters I am now the right age to play. And not only that, but plays I could finish writing.  Paintings I have in my head.  The perfect set of Crucible costumes I designed and once longed to build.  Languishing short stories. Like the lid got lifted off a pot of creativity that has been simmering all this time.
Maybe I am ready to go back.  A little.

1 comment:

  1. I had a similar wake up this year, it feels right, but very odd as well. I wear every grey hair with pride, the extra pounds, not so much. Getting started again ha been a little more difficult. I keep asking myself what I am waiting for. Time to jump in with both feet, I think we could both swim.