Pressure of playing vulnerability

In the new play I'm in, I play a flamboyant character, comfortable through most of the play behind his bravado performance.

But there is one long emotional speech. It comes from nowhere, no build up on stage - just straight into this unselfconscious exposure of his utter vulnerability, like a gaping wound.

I was having such difficulty doing it. I dreaded it. I arrogantly presumed the writing wasn't good enough, or blamed the lack of truth on not having learnt the lines. But really, it was just that I couldn't take the pressure. The blatancy that I wasn't doing it as well as it could be done.

So I kept forcing it harder and harder. Like constipation - desperately trying to get something out but to no avail. No truth came.

And then the assistant director managed to do what this unfortunate, bumbling, insecure writer/director couldn't. She managed to make me relax. To realise that all I needed to do was tell the story. Gently. Calmly. And let the emotion come if and when it comes.

And, of course, it did. Tears started to surface, but I held them back. I had to tell the story. And it felt true. It was no longer painful to do.

Two days later, I somehow went halfway back - gesturing too much, not connecting with the thoughts. The director tried to find a way of getting it back to what it was. The other actors all joined in with their tuppence worth on how to do it - inevitable what with the director not being strong enough.

While they were all talking, I declined suggestions such as "say the speech in your own words - not the characters" and just tried to think of what he wanted to gain from the other characters on each sentence. (Good old intentions and actions!)

Realising that one line could be played as "Shut Up" suddenly opened up the emotions, the need to tell the story. And again it worked truthfully. There was a different tension in the air; I felt vulnerable, but happy to expose myself. When I finished the director stood and flung her arms around me - the very first time she had touched me.

I just hope I'll be able to create the same connection when there's an audience there.

Resolutions...

...that I probably won't keep

1.) Take a month off alcohol and narcotics
Wouldn't it be great to see if I could last a whole month. Drugs would be easy, I do them very rarely. But booze... it's everywhere. Could I go out and socialise and just stay on the tap water. People do. Would I have the willpower? I guess it's fine to have a glass or two here and there, but wouldn't it be great to see what it felt like without any booze.

2.) Exercise
Just tried to go for a run. Beautiful day, if a little windy. Kept stopping and walking. No real desire to push through. Good to get out of the house and work up a little bit of a sweat, but where's the willpower to get really fit. Maybe tomorrow, eh, maybe tomorrow?

3.) Give something back
Do some charity work or drama workshops. I'm sure this wouldn't be entirely selfless as surely I would get a lot out of it. For a start, it might make me feel a good deal less despondant, make me feel like I'm putting something into this world for once. My occasional bouts of despair come from having nothing valuable to do. I could do something valuable and help others feel like they're creating something worthwhile perhaps.
But, oh, why don't I? Because I fear I'll be missing out on something else! An audition might come up. Or, more likely, I could be at home trying to write some great work of art. As I so often am of late. Trying. Writing but 500 words, before realising I'm not certain why I'm writing, what I'm trying to say.

What am I trying to say?

Despondant

is how I feel.

Is it that my life is too easy - nothing to really struggle against? Is it that I find it impossible to find anyone to fall in love with?

Or is it just that I'm still recovering from staying up till 8am on Sat/Sun on MDMA?

First rejection

Drama Centre, who I got a recall from, have just emailed to say I ain't made the grade. I was feeling pretty indestrucible, being in two plays and having just had my RADA recall and soon to have my Bristol Old Vic recall. But now it dawns on me that it's quite quite possible that I won't get into anywhere.

The curious thing is that I haven't fully decided that I want to go to drama school, but I sure as hell want the option to. And the confirmation that I can act.

But then, it's a lottery. Hundreds go that never do act... and hundreds don't go that are very successful. I guess we all find our own route. It'd be nice if mine wasn't studded with too many rebuttals though.

But I accept that rejection is par for the course

Ironing...

...is so incredibly frustrating. No matter how long I spend on each shirt they still seem quite wrinkled.

Is there a knack to it? Is it better to do it straight after washing?

The idea of paying someone to iron for me is ludicrous right now, but it can get pretty damned tempting.

Rollercoaster of emotions

Three weeks of the show have gone by and we're now heading into the final week. I've flicked between extremes of feeling very low - feeling shameful and apologetic towards certain audiences - to feeling very contented, accepting the silliness of it all, finding moments of truth and learning a hell of a lot about the craft of being on stage.

After all my secret snootiness towards the show, I found myself gobbling a large piece of humble pie as I realised a couple of important things. Firstly, it's become apparent during the run that the other actors realise the script is heavily flawed, but that they have just been getting on with it. The defence mechanism of flippantly chanting "it's only acting, dahling" makes a little more sense now.

Secondly, I've realised with material as simple and crass as this, it's essential to play it openly, to let the audience see your face, and to revel in the ridiculousness of it all. For ages I was trying to play it all for truth, and also hiding from the audience a bit, never really letting them see my eyes, apologising for the material instead of sending it up, and sharing the cheap gags openly with them.

One of the actors told me a terrible but fascinating trick that I guess must be used by all veteran actors. He often takes a step upstage away from the audience so that he can still look at the other characters on stage but that the audience can still see his face. Upstaging at it's finest. Obviously to do this all the time would be awful but on important moments, it's really useful to know.

Let the audience see your face and stay completely in the moment (even on nights when the audience clearly detest the show) and they'll thank you for it, much more than if you make the whole thing more uncomfortable by apologising for it.