Theatre Series: Experience

There are many varied aspects in the theatrical realm, but every single one of them point toward the same, singular goal: to put on a good show. In all honesty, can you really have a show without an audience? Hint: the answer is no.

I have had the privilege of being involved in almost every area of the theatre, but I must say that it is wonderful to be able to go out and view the work of other casts and crews. This is exactly what I did on Saturday night. My sister and I went to a musical in St. Joseph, Missouri titled The Drowsy Chaperone. It was an absolutely stunning production.

The show begins in the dark, and our guide “Man in Chair” is speaking to us. About theatre. One could call this “meta-theatre” I suppose. In any case, he is a riveting individual, and when the lights come up we are in his home. He invites us to listen to his record of The Drowsy Chaperone, and when he plays it the curtain flies up and the show begins. Throughout the musical, Man in Chair adds his commentary, and we come to love him in the process.

Sitting in the audience in that theatre, watching him talk to us about his love for theatre, I laughed and cried. I soared at every high point, and felt the gut wrenching emotions I was supposed to at the low points. Everyone did. There is a sort of strange, communal experience which every audience member shares. It is intriguing because no show is ever exactly the same, and no audience is ever exactly the same. When I am watching a show I am part of something wholly and completely unique; utterly unable to be reproduced. Walking out of the show that night, I felt that those who had been complete strangers before the show were suddenly fast friends of mine. We had all been through something together that would never happen again.

Everyone should watch theatre. Why? Because it is an experience that you cannot have in any other place. Theatre is catharsis. It is a living, breathing art with nothing but an imagined fourth wall between yourself and the world being created on the stage. Watching a show is very much like being transported to another world through the pages of a book, except that these stories do what every child dreams of—they come alive.

These living stories are sometimes happy, occasionally humorous, mildly dramatic but almost always full of relevant truths that the audience can carry out the lobby doors with them.

Let’s go back to The Drowsy Chaperone. There are moments in which I began to understand parts about Man in Chair’s life outside of these few hours he was spending with us. He had been in love, and he had lost that love through divorce. He was a tortured individual. These records of musicals were his only escape from the reality which he had to live through every single day.

Isn’t that the way theatre works, though? We all claw our way through this mad thing they call life. Sometimes, even if it’s just for a few hours while sitting in chair 14, row D, we’d like to escape and watch someone else’s world for awhile.


Theatre Series: Act

“Never the luck, and never the lead, and “never-you-mind” they say. In time we all taste, the lime in the light, and I’ll have my night someday.” – Bazzard, “The Mystery of Edwin Drood”

Let me be completely transparent here. Every actor–yes, I’m making this blanket statement–every actor wants to play a big part on stage. If there is an actor who is completely content with five minutes of stage time and two lines to memorize, I certainly haven’t met them. We strive to be the best. Sometimes we know we are the best, and things still don’t go our way. Theatre, especially in the acting realm, is a hardscrabble, competitive life. Even at the collegiate level I have seen friends cut down friends because casting didn’t go their way.

Now, while what I have just described is a large facet of what happens between actors, it is not the only facet. I prefer to air the dirty laundry at the beginning, and then get to the good stuff.

There is an immeasurable bond that is created between cast members. During every show I have been cast in, there was a sort of communal experience that is unique to theatre. To tell a story with our bodies–our faces, vocal cords, arms, legs, clothes–and to create beautiful art together is priceless. The theatrical community as a whole shares a fantastic bond, but the actors knit especially close together throughout the process of creating a play.

I have spoken about Snow Queen before, in my entry about design. Let’s revisit that show, shall we?

The characters in Snow Queen consisted of a band of lost children, a ragtag gang of Orcs, the Storyteller, the Snow Queen, the Ice Warriors, the Snowbirds and the Wolves. A Prince and Princess also make an appearance. These characters were brought to life by myself and a few dozen friends of mine while at community college, and it was amazing.

In this show, I played the first role that I truly loved. I was a loud mouthed girl who was part of the lost children in the forest. My name was Gerda, and with the help of a slew of others, I ended up saving the world. It was a truly magical show, and let me tell you this: the friendships that were formed and strengthened during that show have not been broken. I am still in contact with many of those people, even though we’ve all moved on in life. The other day I saw a couple of the middle school actors who had been in the show (two years after our performances) and we reconnected as if we had never been apart.

I have a hard time putting it into words just how I have been changed by the shows I’ve been in. It is a process that is difficult to explain, but anyone who has ever acted knows what I mean.

For those of you who’ve not acted, here’s a scenario: Imagine that you have grown up in a single room. You have everything you need: sunlight, food, water, toys, internet, etc. You are content in this room, and would live out all your days there without complaint. Then one day, someone opens the door. The room is flooded with sound, and a warm sort of light you’ve never felt before. This person pulls you out into a room full of people. You are uncomfortable, all you want is to crawl back into your room and lock the door. The person who has dragged you out begins introducing you to people. There’s a dancer, and she shows you a bit of her art. A juggler, a mime, a basketball player, circus performers, accountants, inventors. People of all shapes, sizes, colors and professions. Your mind is overwhelmed with all the new information these people are injecting into it.

At the end of the night, you go back to your room, and the person who took you out of it quietly closes the door. You realize, suddenly, that all you want is to be back in that room with all those people, and so you wait anxiously for the next opportunity. You are no longer content in your small, enclosed world. So you sit with your ear to the door, and wait for the people to return.

This is a small illustration that shows what theatre did to me. It got a hold of my heart, of my soul. It will never let go, and I never want it to.