I had a class show this afternoon. Went pretty good. I have of course nitpicked my performance to death, but I did it in my own head as not to annoy my friends and classmates. But everyone stepped up, I felt. It was nice to see.
I started my first scene and realized I was operating from something personal and very recent. It was a strange experience. Sort of transcendent, to be overly haughty about it. It was definitely cathartic, but could have been more so. Because I held back. I didn't take it where it should have gone. I got a bit scared.
Man, I have to stop that.
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