No. 155: The Prince of Egypt.

There’s an animated movie you may have missed if you were not

  1. Friends with a Jewish person
  2.  In elementary school in 1998
  3. A Whitney Houston fan

Stop that nonsense now and watch The Prince of Egypt at the next available opportunity.

I showed a clip to my second graders of Moses sent down the river (because, you know, refugees) and the chills still did not cease. If you want a peek at the wonder that awaits you when you watch this movie, take a look at the theme song:

No. 154: Theatre Dream Come True.

Since the time I learned how to sing and dance, I’ve wanted to do so on a stage in front of people. By the time I was 13, that dream changed. I wanted to sing and dance on stage while looking incredibly glamorous escorted by charming men.

 

Like this. Only better because it’s real.

And baby, look at me now! It’s finally coming true! I only had to wait 15 years.

In the production of Big Fish I’m performing in this March, there’s a USO number, because this show is crazy and why not. Basically it opens and I was told to reveal my leg, bevel, make some sweepy arm motions as I sing, and then I get spun by not one, but TWO men. Then escorted off stage by them.

I tell ya, it will be one for the books.

No. 152: Theatre Kid Bonding.

When you spend the first part of your evening writing postcards as part of the 10 Actions 100 Days, then eat some vegetarian chili and enjoy some chocolate brownies, then end up in stitches over your Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat memories and watching Bea Arthur’s disastrous performance of “Don’t Rain on My Parade”….

You know it’s built to last.

Then deconstructed, by the one and only Seth Rudetsky:

No. 151: Enthusiasm.

You have two actors in one room: one is really talented. Doesn’t need to work hard, acts as well as Meryl Streep, but has a neutrality or a tendency to shrug when asked what she likes to do. The other actor is pretty good. Needs a lot of guidance. Asks a lot of questions. But when you ask her what she likes: she tells you how since she was three she’s been performing low-budget productions of Cats and Annie in her attic. Her enthusiasm is tangible.

I will always cast the kid with the enthusiasm.

I don’t care how talented you are, the enthusiastic kid will work harder for you. She will stay late at rehearsal, go to a museum because you mentioned one painting in rehearsal that reminded you of a line, and create a playlist of songs she imagines her character would like.

She is the better choice, nearly every time.

So when you have 32 excited faces staring back at you, all bursting with enthusiasm as they sing the words to Unpack Your Adjectives

it’s a good moment to be a drama teacher.

No. 149: 5:30 AM.

Since getting back from winter break (yes, nearly three weeks ago now) I have been really lousy at keeping a bedtime routine. I’ll get sucked into a Netflix or computer vortex and wham, it’s 10:30 and I’m not tired and I hit snooze a fafillion times on my phone.

I’ve been saying I’d wake up early for weeks now.  Today, I finally did it. Just because I said I would. And yes, I was tired. And yes, crawling out of my warm bed felt next to impossible. (Hello, privilege.)

I took some time to meditate in silence, enjoyed a long shower, and made some tasty coffee with steamed almond-coconut milk and cinnamon. In short, it was a typical morning, just slower. Less rushed.

I plan on trying for it again tomorrow. Let’s see if this thing can stick.