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"The A-Ha! Moment" Series

Hello all!

One of my favorite things to do, ever, is talk to creatives about their respective craft. There is nothing more filling than ranting about a shared love for acting, photography, writing, so on and so forth. These are all passions I simply cannot go without.

I know a ton of creatives who feel the same way. Actors, producers, writers, directors, filmmakers, photographers, musicians, so on and so forth. So I've decided to do something super cool. All these creatives have pursued a career that is so difficult, exclusive, and requires so much soul, time, energy, love, vulnerability, intellect, and more. All these professions are about losing yourself to find yourself. And in losing ourselves, a lightbulb tends to come on, we have our "A-Ha! Moment". Each "A-Ha! Moment" is so special and unique within itself. So I've decided to interview some creatives and talk about their "A-Ha! Moments" and how it's changed not only who they are today, but their entire career.

My A-Ha! Moment

The earliest A-Ha! Moment I've ever had in my history of acting was opening night of Almost, Maine. If you haven't heard of Almost, Maine, it's a play of vignettes of incredibly funny stories of people falling in love (sometimes literally) in this fictional place called "Almost" which is in Maine.

Anywho, Almost, Maine was my first ever real show where I had real lines. There were two characters in my scene, and I was one of them. It was about a 12-minute long scene that opened the play. So, yes, I was extremely nervous. Opening night I was shaking so much behind the curtains, the last row of the house could probably feel the floor moving.

If you are familiar with Almost, Maine, I played Glory. A character who broke her heart so bad they had to give her a new heart. Her old heart, she still felt was a part of her, so she carried it around in a brown paper lunch bag. In this brown paper lunch bag was literal shards of pottery that was shattered before I walked onstage. It wasn't very safe.

So my scene partner and I are about 9 minutes into the scene, which is the opening scene of the opening night of the first ever real role I've ever had into a play. My scene partner grabs my brown paper bag, as rehearsed, and we start tugging this bag back and forth. "It's my heart! Give it back!" and all of a sudden, before my very own eyes, I hear this incredulous tear and the shards of pottery go flying. Into the audience. This wasn't rehearsed. Spur of the moment, we had to improv this mistake, and continue improv-ing for the rest of the scene. Wow, was it fun. The audience roared with laughter and we covered up this mistake pretty dang well if you ask me. The rest of the scene flowed smoothly, with us working off one another on this big grand stage.

When the panic set in and somehow I relaxed, I felt my inner self say "A-Ha! this is what theatre is all about." All my nerves went away, we performed so naturally, still carrying on the scene. It felt amazing. To make the audience laugh with my own words! Everything settled in.

Since that moment, I have never been nervous to walk back onto a stage or perform in front of hundreds of people. I actually look forward to the mistakes that could happen. I seek them. They are so rare, raw, and honest to the performance and the performers. Since that performance, I've fell in love with the adrenaline rush and the passion of theatre. I've understood the importance of living in the moment and the truth that lives in theatre.

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