The moment is why I love to act and be on stage. The second I step out in front of the audience I am alive. I become acutely aware of the status of every part of my body. Where they are, what they re doing, the sensations they re picking up. Colors brighten in a dazzling display of the potential of light.
Every sound is as poignant and powerful as a gunshot and as individual as a snowflake.
The smell of the freshly painted set, the moth balled costumes, the hair spray worn by the actors, all are unique and tantalizingly real. My lines which I have practiced hundreds of times are reborn, each new and exciting, as if freshly inked from the hands of the playwright. Each performance is an eternity and over in an instant. The applause at the end of it all is the thunder which follows the lightning. The flashbacks, the reliving of a life that happens only on the deathbed happens for each show.