Weekend #2 of Pump Boys & Dinettes...
Last night during my solo song, a lady jumped up and screamed, as if she was at a concert and just saw her favorite performer.
It was a little weird, especially in such a small space as we're performing in, but it fit the mood, and fueled my performance even more so. I was -on fire- last night.
Which means, without thinking about it; without being false/insincere/intellectual about the process and the act, I have to capture the moments that let me be in that character's space again.
This is the heart of the hard work of an actor. But it's the fun part.
Last night during my solo song, a lady jumped up and screamed, as if she was at a concert and just saw her favorite performer.
It was a little weird, especially in such a small space as we're performing in, but it fit the mood, and fueled my performance even more so. I was -on fire- last night.
Which means, without thinking about it; without being false/insincere/intellectual about the process and the act, I have to capture the moments that let me be in that character's space again.
This is the heart of the hard work of an actor. But it's the fun part.