Shakespeare

A dozen years ago, I sucked it up and auditioned for Buffalo’s Shakespeare in the Park.

I remember late nights in late June finding my way onto stage, finding myself. People who asked questions, who praised my talent and loved me for who I was, not what I did for them. They embraced me, encouraged me. It was because of them that I discovered my love of poetry, as well as my inner poet. It was at their urging that I traveled to NYU to audition for the Tisch school.

When I smell a June evening, it brings me back. I can see the hill, the stage. I think about being rained out and traveling somewhere as a gaggle because of it. I remember walking to Hoyt Lake when I arrived early, and workshops on the green earlier in the day. I remember interacting with the audience as part of the Green Show and how much fun the characters could be.

It was where I learned just how painful unrequited love was. How bittersweet romance could be. How some people just weren’t meant for a traditional setting, and needed room to grow. How different people could be and yet still have some commonality.

I think about the starry evenings waiting for something to happen, because something always did.

3 thoughts on “Shakespeare

  1. What a lovely post, Kate. And a blast from my past with the NYU Tisch school mention. Although I graduated 17 years ago. Scary the thought. I don’t run in to many people in the south that even know what Tisch is, sadly.
    You are a brilliant writer, and I enjoy your very honest and raw posts.
    -a

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