Alan asked if she wanted to do the scene again. She wanted to. She was braving something and it wasn’t acting. This class was a tool to unlock a deep pain, to save that little nine-year-old girl. Her scream was the sound of an animal that’s about to be slaughtered by a pack of wolves and is calling on every strength left in its body to fight, to live. It was also a sound of loss. “It’s GOD’S! THIS BABY BELONGS TO GOD!” She fell to the ground in a heap. Alan held her. We were all in various stages of shock and tears.
