Did I STRIP on Stage?
My audience loves me. And I love them. And they love me for lovin’ them and I love them for lovin’ me. And we love each other. And that’s cause none of us got enough love in our childhoods. And that’s showbiz, kid.
~ Roxie Hart
“This might sounds crazy, but would you be willing to go topless for this scene? It would really add to the performance,” my director asked.
I was paralyzed.
“Okay, well, your silence means ‘No’, but how about taking off your dress and just having lingerie underneath?”
I knew that undressing was something Estelle, my character from the play No Exit, would do. I trusted that this new move would assist me in integrating and channeling Estelle for the audience. However, it was still terrifying.
My Director wanted me to get “naked” on stage, in front of a Full House.
Yet, the Truth is, I was ALREADY naked.
With Acting and Performing, I feel naked whether or not I have taken off any clothes. I am like Eve, after eating the apple, worried what God or the Audience or my Director might be thinking…
Will they like my work?
Will I let my scene partners down?
Will my director be disappointed?
What will my friends and family think?
Will I do this character justice?
It’s VULNERABLE as hell! Walking onto stage can feel like walking out in front of a Firing Squad, diving into a Black Hole, the Bermuda Triangle, where there is a REAL RISK of failure, death even, or at least the imminent danger of scathing reviews.
As Performers we bust our butts for weeks, months even, memorizing lines, integrating ourselves and the character, script analyzing, choosing actions and objectives for EVERY line, and cultivating chemistry with scene partners.
We spend hours in rehearsal and only see the light of day for brief intervals during walks from my Home Office to the theater space.
My normally VERY understanding and supportive husband begins to think I have been kidnapped or that I am cheating on him. “I think you are having an affair,” he said to me the other day.
I forgo sleep, put my social life on hold. My parents in Kansas worry that I have run off and joined a cult that doesn’t allow cell phones.
All of this for the Love, the Commitment, to the Craft of Acting. The Call of a Performer.
And on top of all of this, I am asked to take off my dress on stage. To strip down in front of all these people. To be fully seen by an entire audience.
This seems like A LOT of work, right? Only to be Naked on stage, completely vulnerable to the feedback, judgment, critique of a room full of hundreds, sometimes thousands of judges?
So WHY do I choose to be a performer?
Because of the rush of leaping into the unknown?
Because of the high from a successful show?
Because of the exactly two times someone has asked me for an autograph?
Why do I choose to be a performer?
Because there is NO WAY, none, not even a chance that I could ever NOT be a performer.
I was born for this. I have been performing before I could talk. I was a VERY expressive baby.;) This is what I do. Every play date my whole childhood revolved around imagination, writing plays, singing, and performing. When I am not involved in a creative pursuit, I feel like a part of me has died.
Only those who are Called will understand what this means.
Performing is part of my LIfe Calling. I experience a deep channeling of Love, Light, Healing, and Divine Spirit whenever I am on stage.
When I am performing…
I am Home.
When I am with my Director, my Scene Partners, My Audience…
I am with My Family.
And I would do ANYTHING for my Family.
My Director looks at me. “So Cora, How about it? Can you take off your dress? It would do wonders for the scene.”
I smile. “I can do that,” I tell her.
I mean, I will be on stage, Home, and with my Family.
Letting my light shine into the Unknown, I will already be totally Naked.
And totally, completely, and utterly
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