I came from a family that appreciated music. Every night when it is on my parents still watch American Idol and as they know the artists by name there is still a little confusion on my part as to why they are still so interested in that show. When I used to study music theatre, there were these things called music critics, dance critics and acting critics. There were a table of judges just in front of the stage you were performing on and after you did your performance, they would critic you as you stood on stage just as they do on American Idol.
For those of you who studied at Theatre Sheridan, you can well remember the feeling of being judged and pulled apart by those who were in authority over you, and even though I never had a really bad critic I could see the anguish in the eyes of some of my peers after a performance. I never got a standing ovation, but there were several kids who did and you could tell, just like American Idol when a performer hit one out of the park. I remember one acting critic by a guy who was incredible, I'm not sure if he got a full ovation, but there were some things about those times that changed my life. Despite the fact that I am reminded almost every night of my time spent at Sheridan and the overwhelming feeling of getting up in front of my teachers and peers, those days are behind me.
I just learnt that one of my most influential instructors has passed away and this brings back a flood of memories of a time when things made sense. It's not that they don't now it really was a more complicated time for me back then, but the future has it's trials and it's joys that I never experienced as a kid. I would take the confusion of life with the experience of time that has shaped this future, and ask that if I was to do it again, I would play my role with more courage and less hesitation and never give up on those things that create and foster love in Jesus. I think I'll watch American Idol just one more time, and leave the rest to History.
For those of you who studied at Theatre Sheridan, you can well remember the feeling of being judged and pulled apart by those who were in authority over you, and even though I never had a really bad critic I could see the anguish in the eyes of some of my peers after a performance. I never got a standing ovation, but there were several kids who did and you could tell, just like American Idol when a performer hit one out of the park. I remember one acting critic by a guy who was incredible, I'm not sure if he got a full ovation, but there were some things about those times that changed my life. Despite the fact that I am reminded almost every night of my time spent at Sheridan and the overwhelming feeling of getting up in front of my teachers and peers, those days are behind me.
I just learnt that one of my most influential instructors has passed away and this brings back a flood of memories of a time when things made sense. It's not that they don't now it really was a more complicated time for me back then, but the future has it's trials and it's joys that I never experienced as a kid. I would take the confusion of life with the experience of time that has shaped this future, and ask that if I was to do it again, I would play my role with more courage and less hesitation and never give up on those things that create and foster love in Jesus. I think I'll watch American Idol just one more time, and leave the rest to History.
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