Well, it is finally over.
The show that has consumed most of my evenings for the past handful of weeks has come to a close. I will no longer have to direct my energy and plan my schedule around A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I cannot say that I have a broken heart as a result of the conclusion of the show, but I might reflect upon the entire process with a certain amount of fondness and appreciation.
Honestly, I wasn’t even considering participating in theatre during my college career. I participated in eleven shows while I was in high school and I enjoyed them all pretty well. I should admit that I only really joined the theatre program there because of the cute girls. However, I found a certain enjoyment in participating and being onstage.
There was a bit of whiplash after auditions for Midsummer. I wasn’t expecting a big role, given my lack of participation in the department, but I was granted the role of Puck regardless.
I didn’t expect it. Simultaneously, I didn’t decline. I was excited.
Even as the rehearsals moved on and countless hours passed by onstage, I still felt a bit of internalized discomfort. I didn’t exactly feel like I belonged on the stage with the other talented people from the show. I felt a sense of dread in my lack of self-confidence.
But, realizing that I had been given a great opportunity, I threw away all doubt. I embraced my role as an actor and returned to my cold and pragmatic approach to theatre (see my last blog entry).
I think that my participation in Midsummer allowed me to grow further as an actor, yet I have a hard time precisely defining how exactly I have grown.
Perhaps it’s a reaffirmation of my ability onstage, perhaps it’s broadened my horizons to encompass the medium of Shakespearean plays, perhaps I haven’t grown at all. I suppose I can’t tell now, especially since the show closed less than a day ago.
I expect that an examination on my growth as an actor will take some pensive time, so who knows? Maybe this will be my last show at Westminster, maybe not. I can’t say for sure now, but I’d at least like a break from the hectic nature of theatre. Only time will tell.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream…