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I can’t stop thinking about the week before the shutdown. I was so overwhelmed - I’d taken on way too many projects, having said “yes” to everything, and it had come back to me in the ass. I was in performances for one show and rehearsals for two others, preparing for a concert in LA, taking on more and more classes and voice students, and I knew I wouldn’t have a day to myself until mid-summer. I told my mother one day, in late February, “I wish everything would just... pause.” I just wanted the entire world to take a breather, so that I could too. I was going mad with stress. I wanted it all to just stop. And a week later, it did. First, I learned that one show would not be continuing after the first weekend of performances. The next day, two other shows were cancelled. My obligations and commitments dropped like dominoes, one after the other. And I felt a deep grief for each cancellation, almost like mourning. I didn’t get to hug my students goodbye. It seemed like it all happened so fast. And it felt like I’d wished on a monkey’s paw. Five months later, I’ve done more than I thought I would. But I still miss live theatre more than anything. I’m feeling restless to start again. The world’s been stopped for too long.
August 6, 2020