Ok here’s another pointless “letter” for you. So I love Jewel. But every time I heard this line (which is fairly often considering the amount of times I turn on “easy listening” radio stations since I was secretly born an 80 year old grandma) I was like “Shh, Jewel. Just enjoy your movie you adorable Alaskan.” I guess I didn’t get it because I never wanted to throw my ovaries at the movie screen the way I wanted to with theatre.
Basically what I’m trying to say is that theatre hasn’t been the same since you’ve been gone. Theatre has always fed me- it’s been my safe haven, my escape, my inspiration, and my source of empowerment. Anytime I’m miserable or ecstatic- when I need to find myself or escape from myself- it’s been there. But it was always something I experienced alone in a sense- even when I was physically sitting next to others, it was a solitary experience. I never knew what art could really achieve- what profound impact it could have on my life and the lives of others- until I experienced it with you. You were always the missing piece.
I’ve always known that theatre was the passion of my life. And if I’m really honest, I want nothing more than to share it with the love my life.