Post: Response to an event, My first step.

"Big Face, Little Face" the stage-manager says to the circle of cast members. It is 6:30 on Thursday night and twenty seven college students are shaking out the stress of their day to focus in at the task at hand. "Twenty minuets till house opens." Joel ( house manager and sound technician ) shouts. At this moment, the women scrabble back to their dressing rooms in various stages of dress, because although their hair is up in 1900's style, their printed tees and skinny jeans aren't quite period.
The show is called Our Town, and it is my first theater production since high school. It amazes me to no end to feel my senses ignite as they create new memories. The lights, the bustle of skirts, the movement of the black curtain as the first entrance is made. All of this is new for me, yet enticingly familiar. It is exciting to be alive in this new environment. The cast is full of a different energy, different backgrounds,age groups and ideas. There is an air of positivity and passion within the greenroom as the last straggling audience members shuffle into the theatre. Take a breath. "Places" Joel whispers from the doorway, and there is an intense swift movement towards the hall, the movement sounding like a heard of cattle on tiptoes. As a group we huddle next to our respective doorways peeking through a crack in the door in a manner that remindes me of Scooby Doo. There it is. With a click of the ghost light and one last quick breath, we are on. It is time for the show. My first step.