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Written by Tony Adams
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Wednesday, 19 November 2008 12:10 |
That's the advice I was given about five minutes before the curtain of the first show I ever directed. It was in a one-act festival, only instead of a ten-minute play like all the rest that semester, mine ran a swift 75 minutes. I guess I never was very good at going small.
My mom had driven an hour or so, up to see it. It was the first time she had come up that wasn't either helping me move or for a football game. Earlier that night we went to dinner. She stopped about midway though a conversation and stared at me, puzzled.
"Oh my God."
"What," I asked?
"I've just never seen you nervous before."
I was, and a pep talk I got right before the show started has stuck with me to this day. A friend came up, put his arm around my shoulder, handed me a drink and said "Tony, just remember. You're absolutely fucking worthless right now." He was joking of course, but after a brief laugh I stopped for a moment.
It wasn't until then that I realized that no matter how good or bad the show went, there was nothing I could do. Nerves, will power and anything else I had, had to give way to the fact that it was out of my hands. At least until after the show was over.
It's kinda the same feeling knowing Jenn could go into labor at any minute.
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