Talking abot my life- theater

Dear readers (or reader, as it appears that the only one who has taken an interest so far is my dear friend) Today,  as you’ve probably already clocked from the title  we’re talking theatre. Brace yourselves there’ll be just as much ugly as there is beautiful, but you already know how much love chaos.

Strangely enough, today’s story actually starts last summer, when my theatre group and I went our separate ways, promising we’d see each other again the following year.
But, like most things in my life, it didn’t go quite how I’d hoped. We ended up waiting until February to get the course going when it would normally start in October  all thanks to the new management (which is absolute shite,I haven't to say that today I don't want to focus on this)

So the moment I saw all my classmates again  who, like me, had pretty much given up on the whole thing standing there ready to have fun, it hit me hard.
Even more so when, during the lesson, some new people joined us, and they turned out to be really sound 

It was with one of these new people that I did a curious and unexpectedly moving exercise, one I hadn’t done in quite a while. Maybe it was because earlier I’d watched a really moving film with a lecturer, or maybe it was just my hypersensitivity either way, I was this close to tearing up, 

The exercise itself isn’t difficult, and honestly, I’d recommend it during a couple’s argument  haha.

You start with the red hands game, where you basically try not to let the other person slap your hands. Once you feel a bit of warmth (rubbing your hands together works too), you stop.

Then you place your hands on top of each hands partenr and, calmly, when you feel ready, you close your eyes and start thinking about anyone who has ever been kind to you. Focus on the warmth your hands are giving you.

As soon as you’ve visualised that, take your partner’s hand and only let go when you both feel like it. After that, open your eyes, look at the other person, and do whatever feels most natural

Standing in front of me was a tall, solidly built guy who, in some ways, vaguely reminded me of Tony Pitoni. When I started the exercise, that’s all he was to me. When it ended, he was someone who, simply by holding my hand, had taken care of me. And in the end, that’s the beauty of theatre

Unfortunately, this year  thanks to the shortened schedule imposed by the new management — we won’t be able to put on a show.But that will never be an excuse for me not to take care of those two hours on a Tuesday

Dear readers, see you tomorrow or write you tomorrow 

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