… which no one will get … because you cannot see me in my costume for my play …<\/p>\n
But I do think that how a fellow actor described me in my costume will let you know exactly what I looked like.<\/p>\n
My costume is great. It transforms me. I will not wow anyone with my beauty in this costume. I will not get any erotic notes from audience members passed to me backstage. No. But I’m not supposed to. Trying not to be vain about it is hard. I want to be PRETTY. But she’s not supposed to be. The costume is perfect. When I put it on, half my acting work is done for me.<\/p>\n
Costumes are serious business. The shoes, the glasses, the rings to wear … important decisions made. So I’m in my costume. And I’m serious. I’m discussing the hem-length of my skirt. I am turning this way and that. I am putting my glasses on, taking my glasses off. I am trying out some of the movements I have to do in the play, to make sure the costume won’t give me any problems.<\/p>\n
Another actor for the show walks in for his appointment. I really like this guy. Very nice, very funny.<\/p>\n
But I didn’t know HOW funny until this moment.<\/p>\n
He took one look at me and stated, “You look like the head of the Parapsychology department at Delaware State.”<\/p>\n
Cannot. Stop. Laughing.<\/p>\n
He is so right that his words felt like a bolt from the divine blue.<\/p>\n
“the head of the Parapsychology department at Delaware State …” WHAT?????<\/p>\n
Don’t try to improve on it, people. You can’t improve perfection.<\/p>\n
I need to go take another walk to guffaw out loud into the city streets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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