It’s a time of transition at the little theater I work at. Actors are moving on, new ones replacing them.
Last night a friend of mine had a “last night”. We talked for a few moments about old shows, old bits. In this business there are no gold watches. When you move on all you can do is stand with a beer and remember that time you played a man on a horse, or entered a scene and started it with “mirror on.”
These things make no sense to anyone but the cast of actors you worked with. They are impossible to explain to outsiders. Most of the time they aren’t the funniest memories, just the weirdest. My friend inspired a lot of those moments.
Our developmental cast drew these self-portraits one day in a bar. I used to own a scanner. Things were just as weird, just as in-flux back then… but I like to think, at the very least, we we’re all thinner and better looking.
Mirror on.

