Brava!
a brief reflection on the joy of live theatre
I went and saw some live theatre yesterday. It felt like a big deal because I hadn’t seen a single piece of live theatre so far this year. Burn out really ruins all the things you love hey?
Honestly I find almost nothing more invigorating than sitting in a dark theatre, on a fairly uncomfortable chair, with a bunch of people reacting to the same live performance I am. Then getting to discuss it afterwards. What a thrill! I am not ashamed to say that I got a tad emotional during the applause at the end. The feeling of connectedness with the strangers around you is just so wonderful. It was a bit like being in a theatre again between lockdowns, but not quite. That had its own brand of uniqueness.
Even if the play I had seen yesterday had been terrible, which it very much was not, I still would have had an excellent time being in a theatre, and thinking about writing and acting, and the shared experience of a singular moment of live performance. For me there is nothing else like it!
I feel a spark of readiness to work on my theatre project again. If something I make can one day hold an audience’s attention in a dark room on a fairly uncomfortable chair while they all react to my stories and my words, I will be very happy.