I hope everyone had a happy Turkey Day. Well it’s Friday and it’s time for some fun on Rochelle Wisoff Fields page. You can find the links here.
Sam had prepared for the spotlight by humming Brownsville Girl in his head. He walked out of the green room towards the dark wing. He rubbed the mask with the toothy grin, went right yet ended up stage left. Acting is all in the head, a lie of the mind he reminded himself. Fly Guys pulled on ropes, what was on was in. Inside the living theater he tripped on his way out, black hawk down. Tripping was OK he told himself. I don’t make mistakes, I have unintentional improvisations. The audience is my flock and I am the Shepard.