It's a big day—it's opening day. But before I can get to the theater, I have to interview this guy in midtown.
Once that is taken care of, and provided he doesn't take a gun out of his leg and shoot me with it, the new monologue gets a sneak preview this evening. It'll be the first time I perform in aloud, and that means it will be forming in the air even as I create it--it's a harrowing and joyous thing that utterly consumes me, and I find myself wondering earnestly, "I wonder what I'm going to say up there," an effect that I would guess doesn't happen to that many other performers.
I wouldn't trade this for anything, though I've been given the opportunity to do so time and time again. Not for anything.
See you on the other side,