Yesterday I cried...multiple times...even through the opening number. I cried as a celebration, my tears shiny wet pieces of confetti. This experience and all those involved far surpassed my expectations. Each of them showed my new perspectives and the beauty in our differences. We all had something to contribute to the consistent excellence of this show, whether we believed it or not. The creative team saw it, our audiences saw it, and over the last few days I finally caught up. So yeah I cried, not to mourn that which is passing but to honour its existence. I was blessed by the Universe to portray one of the most iconic characters in the world, travel around the country with strangers who bypassed the friend zone straight to family, and get paid while doing it. At times during this tour I didn’t think I would make it this far, but I did. So I cried for myself, expelling any trace of self-doubt with each tear. I did not cry because the tour is over, I cried because the tour happened. This tour happened at a time I wasn’t sure what life would be like without the magic of Disney behind me. But I felt the fear and took the leap and have grown stronger, smarter, and kinder because of it. I like to think that somewhere somebody thinks they cannot do or achieve something and they saw our show and its journey and know they too can make their own magic.
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