46/365
today was quite possibly one of the best rehearsals i’ve ever had, and it was exactly twenty minutes long.it was partner work, for midsummer. it was just me, my theseus, and our director. i’m the kind of person who needs months before i’m comfortable around someone else. i can fake it, sure. but why, especially if you’re portraying closeness to an audience?we only did two things. first, we sat cross-legged, me and theseus. our director told us to examine each other’s faces, find something good in each part, each bit. we smiled at each other a couple times, unable to help it, we’d make the other smile. otherwise it was concentration, memorization, devotion to the other person’s face. i could’ve drawn him without a single reference, if i thought my skills were adequate enough.the second exercise was with lights off, exploring face, hair, outline of each other’s bodies. it was passionless, but completely revealing. it was scientific, but entirely relatable.  it took twenty minutes to make me feel comfortable, completely comfortable around my theseus, with just two exercises. because i saw his flaws, his strengths, knew he was less intimidating because i know he knew mine too.this is certainly not being written so i can say ‘oh my gawd, all i do at rehearsals is stare at and get touched by hot guys, oh mah gawwwddd’. because, obviously that sounds just like me.right.i’m writing this because of the exercise’s utter simplicity, and yet the changes that occurred because of them. changes that really belong to my future, as i further my education in theatre.i’m writing this because i am exactly where i should be.

46/365

today was quite possibly one of the best rehearsals i’ve ever had, and it was exactly twenty minutes long.
it was partner work, for midsummer. it was just me, my theseus, and our director.
i’m the kind of person who needs months before i’m comfortable around someone else. i can fake it, sure. but why, especially if you’re portraying closeness to an audience?
we only did two things. first, we sat cross-legged, me and theseus. our director told us to examine each other’s faces, find something good in each part, each bit. we smiled at each other a couple times, unable to help it, we’d make the other smile. otherwise it was concentration, memorization, devotion to the other person’s face. i could’ve drawn him without a single reference, if i thought my skills were adequate enough.
the second exercise was with lights off, exploring face, hair, outline of each other’s bodies. it was passionless, but completely revealing. it was scientific, but entirely relatable.  
it took twenty minutes to make me feel comfortable, completely comfortable around my theseus, with just two exercises. because i saw his flaws, his strengths, knew he was less intimidating because i know he knew mine too.
this is certainly not being written so i can say ‘oh my gawd, all i do at rehearsals is stare at and get touched by hot guys, oh mah gawwwddd’. because, obviously that sounds just like me.
right.
i’m writing this because of the exercise’s utter simplicity, and yet the changes that occurred because of them. changes that really belong to my future, as i further my education in theatre.
i’m writing this because i am exactly where i should be.