Dear Kitty 2.0,
I had some lightbulb-over-the-head moments in last night’s show, especially the second act. I guess it’s taken time with this play-- at least for me-- to become so comfortable with the action and the scene that lays up ahead that I can remember to chart my relationships with the seven others onstage at any given moment. It’s something I like to remind myself of in every show I do, but it’s been especially difficult in this one for me since I rarely stop talking. Quack quack.
Yesterday, before the show, I went to speak to some kids about making diaries of their own and using writing as a creative outlet. They were all very sweet, although I was a little sad that I didn’t get the memo that it was “crazy hair day,” (one boy had blue streaks, another girl had a dozen little ponytails) because I really could have impressed them with my crazy. Oh well.
The workshop was held at the Westport Arts Center, where they’re currently displaying a collection entitled “Memory,” which deals with the Holocaust and World War II. It’s complementary to our little play, so I highly recommend seeing “Memory” and “The Diary of Anne Frank” in tandem. Some of the drawings really resonated with me, especially a self-portrait by a nineteen year-old boy in Westerbork, and I found myself thinking about them during the play as well.
Perhaps that explains my particularly emotional night. Hm.
Today we’ve got a doozy of a day-- two shows and only about a half an hour to eat in between them before we’re back to getting ready.
Luckily I’ve got a bunch of fans at the matinee. My grandparents, parents, brother, family friends, and college friends will be in attendance. Gotta get a good breakfast in me so I can give ‘em a good show.
PS. Here are two pictures taken from the event: