It's been another busy week. Oh, how I miss Winter Break.
Last week was auditions for the Arthur Miller play, All My Sons. For those of you who don't know me, Arthur Miller is one of my favorite playwrights.
He's the author of some of my favorite plays, including Death of a Salesman and Playing For Time and the movie The Misfits, starring Marylin Monroe (who used to be his wife).
So yeah, he's pretty awesome.
So anyway, I got the role of Sue Bayliss in All My Sons.
I always play eccentric characters.
I like playing fun characters like the schizophrenic with multiple personalities in Check, Please, the psychic who held a seance and became possessed in The Uninvited, Doc, the bumbling, lead dwarf in Snow White, the pauper in The Princess and the Pauper. I've even played guy roles like Little John in Robin Hood and the Prince's lovable sidekick, Dandini, in the British Pantomime musical, Cinderella.
(I've also acted in A Christmas Carol, How the West was Fed, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Wizard of Oz, Little Red Riding Hood, and others.)
We had the read-through yesterday and our first rehearsal today.
All in all, it went pretty well.
We watched a really sad documentary in Spanish class about the current civil war in Colombia. It was heartbreaking to watch.
Young boys, my age, fighting in violent guerrilla warfare; killing men, snorting cocaine, and fathering children. Young girls, my age, mothers, widows, prostitutes; no education, no one to help them, they're out there on the streets selling their bodies to feed their starving children.
It was horrible to watch.
Here I am worrying about silly things like graduation and homework, when people are out there fighting for their lives.
You don't know how to act when you see a tragedy like that.
You can say, "Man, that's so sad," and sympathize all you want but you can never truly feel what they're feeling, or experience what they're experiencing.
All we can do is go back to our simple, complicated lives and sit down and eat dinner with our family and work on homework and go to school the next day and complain about how hard the work is.
I guess that's all we really can do.
Why did we let the world get this way?
Last week was auditions for the Arthur Miller play, All My Sons. For those of you who don't know me, Arthur Miller is one of my favorite playwrights.
He's the author of some of my favorite plays, including Death of a Salesman and Playing For Time and the movie The Misfits, starring Marylin Monroe (who used to be his wife).
So yeah, he's pretty awesome.
So anyway, I got the role of Sue Bayliss in All My Sons.
I always play eccentric characters.
I like playing fun characters like the schizophrenic with multiple personalities in Check, Please, the psychic who held a seance and became possessed in The Uninvited, Doc, the bumbling, lead dwarf in Snow White, the pauper in The Princess and the Pauper. I've even played guy roles like Little John in Robin Hood and the Prince's lovable sidekick, Dandini, in the British Pantomime musical, Cinderella.
(I've also acted in A Christmas Carol, How the West was Fed, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Wizard of Oz, Little Red Riding Hood, and others.)
We had the read-through yesterday and our first rehearsal today.
All in all, it went pretty well.
We watched a really sad documentary in Spanish class about the current civil war in Colombia. It was heartbreaking to watch.
Young boys, my age, fighting in violent guerrilla warfare; killing men, snorting cocaine, and fathering children. Young girls, my age, mothers, widows, prostitutes; no education, no one to help them, they're out there on the streets selling their bodies to feed their starving children.
It was horrible to watch.
Here I am worrying about silly things like graduation and homework, when people are out there fighting for their lives.
You don't know how to act when you see a tragedy like that.
You can say, "Man, that's so sad," and sympathize all you want but you can never truly feel what they're feeling, or experience what they're experiencing.
All we can do is go back to our simple, complicated lives and sit down and eat dinner with our family and work on homework and go to school the next day and complain about how hard the work is.
I guess that's all we really can do.
Why did we let the world get this way?
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