An Actor
"An Actor"
A rush of adrenaline, of pain, of fear,Words thick on your tongue,The desire to prove, to loseYourself within this moment.A raw force of emotion,Laid bare before the people,Those people who will takeIt from you, stripping youOf every feeling and wantUntil you have none left.Some will cherish this,Your performance, and that,For you, is worth the Pain. Others will mockIt, taking your dignityFrom you without a Second thought, leavingYour thoughts broken,Your words unheeded. TheseAre the people thatMake it hard,So bloody hard toBare your soul everyNight.But you take each nightAnew. Same words, sameScript, different show. AndYou lay yourself down on theStage, prone, outstretched, emotionallyNaked to the audience, Waiting for approval. WaitingFor something. Anything.The sound begins as a silentHush, rippling over the peopleLike a breathing wind. You forget everythingFor a moment.The applause fromThe people who tookYour performance, everyRaw and beautiful pieceWith an intense hunger,Makes your head spin.And you’re riding the high. You could get drunkOff of this.This feeling. This passion.This transcendence. ThisIs what makes it Worth it. All the Pain, late nights,Cramped feet, chokedCoffee, bleeding, sweating,Tears, frustration,Early mornings, ruined Relationships, blind memorization,Failure, knowing that you’llProbably never achieveThe dream you cling to,working so hard that You’re not sure why you even try anymore…All that is worth thisMoment: thisOne fucking moment.And afterward, you're Drained. You ride out The high till yourStomach clenches fromExhaustion and youHave no emotion leftFor yourself. An actor’sCurse, I guess. TheyLive life in extremes,A dream that others Want until they realize.An actor lives in a different world, a World of light and color andHarsh reality.And the high is whatMakes them alive.The high is what makes them
…breathe.
I wrote this while sitting in one of my Stagecraft classes [I tend to write things during class...] and it is a poor representation of what I was actually trying to say. Maybe I'll rewrite it someday. Maybe I'll write something else. Who knows?
-An Actor
A rush of adrenaline, of pain, of fear,Words thick on your tongue,The desire to prove, to loseYourself within this moment.A raw force of emotion,Laid bare before the people,Those people who will takeIt from you, stripping youOf every feeling and wantUntil you have none left.Some will cherish this,Your performance, and that,For you, is worth the Pain. Others will mockIt, taking your dignityFrom you without a Second thought, leavingYour thoughts broken,Your words unheeded. TheseAre the people thatMake it hard,So bloody hard toBare your soul everyNight.But you take each nightAnew. Same words, sameScript, different show. AndYou lay yourself down on theStage, prone, outstretched, emotionallyNaked to the audience, Waiting for approval. WaitingFor something. Anything.The sound begins as a silentHush, rippling over the peopleLike a breathing wind. You forget everythingFor a moment.The applause fromThe people who tookYour performance, everyRaw and beautiful pieceWith an intense hunger,Makes your head spin.And you’re riding the high. You could get drunkOff of this.This feeling. This passion.This transcendence. ThisIs what makes it Worth it. All the Pain, late nights,Cramped feet, chokedCoffee, bleeding, sweating,Tears, frustration,Early mornings, ruined Relationships, blind memorization,Failure, knowing that you’llProbably never achieveThe dream you cling to,working so hard that You’re not sure why you even try anymore…All that is worth thisMoment: thisOne fucking moment.And afterward, you're Drained. You ride out The high till yourStomach clenches fromExhaustion and youHave no emotion leftFor yourself. An actor’sCurse, I guess. TheyLive life in extremes,A dream that others Want until they realize.An actor lives in a different world, a World of light and color andHarsh reality.And the high is whatMakes them alive.The high is what makes them
…breathe.
I wrote this while sitting in one of my Stagecraft classes [I tend to write things during class...] and it is a poor representation of what I was actually trying to say. Maybe I'll rewrite it someday. Maybe I'll write something else. Who knows?
-An Actor
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