Inspiration

I went to go see my first UCB harold show last Tuesday night. I was surprisingly impressed. They were really tight and on top of everything. There were no lulls and if they sensed one coming, they cut the scene quickly. It was fun to see a whole world created from a word or an idea. The power of improv. What really struck me was how smart they were and how quickly they came up with ideas. It was exciting to know that I could have that skill at the end of my training.

Some of the agents that I have been e mailing are sending me disgruntled and annoyed e mails. Maybe this annoying them with continual e mails was actually a terrible idea and I am burning all my bridges? How am I supposed to know??? There's no rule book for anything!! That's the frustrating and exciting part. It happens for everyone in no same way twice. So basically, you just have to be there, keep knocking and going and doing all you know how. No one, not even me myself can ask more than that...

I discovered what my inspiration is tonight, beauty! I was feeling restless after a long day of work and the summer evening was calling my name, especially because it's still light out until almost 9 at night. I drove up this hill to all the fancy mansions and toward the top there is this area that has been paved, but not yet developed, so my curiosity and boredom got the best of me, so I ascended into the shrubbery, ducking behind bushes and trees so that cars driving by wouldn't call security on me or something... I hardly looked like a robber in my white leather jacket haha, but you can never be too safe. I got up the slope 20 feet to a gutter, cool. It lead to a bigger gutter around the corner and eventually to this paved, wide road. The street lamps were installed, but not working and I could see the designated dirt lots for future mansions. And the city lights! Amazing! I could see a sparkling menagerie of little dots glittering with excitement. Perspective... and all those little dots were for the thousands of people below. It was a little creepy and proably not the best idea,(I mean there could have been a drug cartel or crazy homeless people who lived at the top) but I followed the road up the hill anyway. The higher I walked in my heeled boots the more panoramic the view became. the best part occured as I rounded the corner and there it was, close and low and as soothing as ever, the moon. Beautiful. I guess I always knew the power of beauty, but I truly felt it tonight when I was alone on this mountain with just the moon and the city lights below. It touched me somehow, like I was in a foreign country. Strangely enough, it reminded me why I love acting so much and inspired this entry. Isn't it funny the things that move us?

I applied for a bunch of roles through actors access, I'll let you know if anything pans out. we'll see how well this website actually works. 

Oh, find whatever inspires you!!! That's important!!!!