Life is full of variation. A life in the theatre is no different.
For those of you who don’t know, performing is my day job. Super weird, I know, but being on stage is how I make money to eat and pay for health insurance. I love performing, and I would never give it up.
Right now, I’m performing in an awesome production of 42nd Street, which is a total dream show for me. Aside from the tap shoes and sparkles, I get to tell a story about theatre eight times a week, which is really amazing.
Also, because money is a good thing, I’m in a children’s production of Madagascar. Where I play a penguin, and a lemur, and sing about steak.
I’m grateful to work in children’s theatre. If we don’t expose children to live theatre at a young age, there won’t be an audience for the next generation of performers. But there are times, when there’s fur in your eyes that you can’t get out because you have no hands since you’re a penguin, when it really strikes home how not fancy performing can be. You think back on all the life choices that led you to the puffy bird suit and wonder if you somehow made a grave error.
I don’t think I did. I wouldn’t want to change what I do for a living, and watching kids discover theatre is worth dancing around in my own personal sauna.
Yep, that’s me.
Then mix in author and playwright, which makes people think you’re really fancy, but still you’ve got to climb into the lemur suit to earn the dollars and spread the love of an art form to the next generation.
It’s a tough job, but someone has to be the penguin. And ain’t I a cute penguin?