The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself
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Memories co-mingle with thoughts from the future...

My mom is president of the board of directors of our community theater, so when things go wrong she's the one that has to save the day.

Tonight, the volunteer running box office had a crisis and couldn't be there.

I tagged along with mom to help her out taking tickets and handing out programs. It's the least I could do for all the cash she's spent on me this week while I've been here.


I started working at the theater when I was 10. Their third show was Agatha Christie's The Mousetrap, and it was the first play I can remember seeing. The best part was, though, that I got to see it happen from the ground up. I helped (okay, hung out and fetched tools) with the set. Cleaned up after the shows... my sister and I both entrenched ourselves at the theater as it's first official Theatre* Brats.

By the time I was 13, I was stagemanaging shows. Once I could drive, I was almost constantly involved with something going on there. It was a HUGE part of my life from 10 to 17, and even a little ways into college, when I was home for those first two summers.

So tonight I got to hang out there again, and see what's changed and what's still the same. On the walls, in frames, are the program covers from all the shows they've done. I walked up and down the aisles having flashes of recognition and pride at shows that I'd worked on, or had been in. Hell, two of the programs up there I'd done the cover design for.

It felt like home.

There were faces that I'd not seen in years that brightened up when they saw me standing behind the ticket counter. Without a second thought, I was directing people to their seats and answering questions.

The soul of this warehouse theater just innundates the whole place. You can feel the love of the people who are there not for the spotlight, or for the recognition, but for the love of the art itself. It's everywhere.

This is what I want to create. And it won't be easy, especially the way in which I want to do it. Non-profits attract people who love. For-profits attract people who want the glory. I'm not sure if I can make this my livelyhood if it's a non-profit, though. And I don't want it to be just 'a thing' that I do on the weekends.

I want to create.

I want to make people smile.

Let's hope that whatever Ultimate Power is out there decides to shine down on me for the next year and a half, till I get this baby rolling.

me
Bit by bit, putting it together...



* Theater is the place. Theatre is what you do there.
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