“Yeah,” I said, sarcastically. “Now served with a side of panic!”
We shared a laugh, which helped the nerves. I turned back toward the stage as my cue was quickly approaching. Just as I start walking out on stage, my mind went completely blank. I don’t think I could have told you my own name much less my character’s name. I struggled to remember the lines I was supposed to say in about 45 seconds.
I hung my coat on the rack, grabbed my prop letter off the desk and headed for downstage. I don’t know where the words came from but they came regardless. And with that, I was off and running.
I made it through the entire performance with no problems.
But then came the second night of performances. I stood off to the left of the stage again and waited for Judith’s first appearance. Just as my cue came and I started walking, I went completely blank. And again, the words somehow came.
This same scenario played out on the third and final performance of the weekend. I thought there was something wrong with me, but other actors with experience said they have the same problem.
Even though I might have shaved a couple years off my life from undue stress, I had a great time and look forward to my next role with Civic Players.
Maybe I’ll play a role completely unfamiliar to me, such as maybe a sane person. That would be a stretch for me.
Misty Knisely is managing editor of the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at 574-732-5155 or at email@example.com. Follow her on Twitter: @PharosMK