These are stories of a dream. Of coming to Manhattan to pursue musical theatre. Stories of a journey that has its own unique course, one that you can’t plan or anticipate. So, you follow along in hopes that the journey will lead to some sort of worthwhile destination. The scary part' More than just about any other profession, in this business you can’t forecast the timing or even the description of the destination; therefore, to be efficient with your time, you try to enjoy the journey itself, with all its twists and turns. 

          

It is difficult, however, for people like me. Apart from being talented (which is almost irrelevant in this business), I am a poor fit. I am a planner to a fault, down to what I will eat next week or wear tomorrow. Worse still, I suffer from being very practical. No aspiring artist can afford to be either. The odds are against us as it is. 

          

Throughout my series of experiences on this journey so far, I often hear or catch myself using the word “it” in place of something that needs more details. The ambiguous it. For instance, “making it.” What exactly are you making' Is making it referring to a place' Once you are there, do you have “what it takes'” Afterwards, will that be “worth it'” And if not, will you have it in you to say “fuck it!”' I must figure “it” all out. That is what these stories are about. Answering my own questions and questioning my answers; and, learning a thing or two in between.

 

 

*note: I will post these every Sunday