In a society where theft, murder, and other inhumane occurrences take place I have remained positive, faithful, and unyielding that there is good in the world and everyone just needs to be loved and shown love. that was until last week when I experienced a hurt that not only left me without a material possession that I treasure, but a betrayal that can never be justified, theft.
when joining the cast of "You're a good man charlie brown" in the role of Schroeder, i was faced with certain oppositions that not only had me question my ability, but my choice. After time went on I found that my ability was not the question, but how to tap in and use that ability. Through God and discipline I achieved my goals and along the way developed what I thought were healthy relationships with the cast/crew. It wasn't before long that i learned that my perception of them was completely different from the perception they had of me.
During the beginning of tech week, or what most thespians consider "Hell week", I chose to employ my newly purchased, and recently used during the thanksgiving holidays to capture family bonds and relationships, HTC RE digital camera to record and capture candid moments of not only myself, but those of my cast mates. I placed the camera in the most optimal yet discreet location to capture the best images possible. I was amazed by the quality of the production and talent I was surrounded by while viewing their live betrayals of this children's classic. At the end of the dress rehearsal run and after removing my mic and costume I returned downstairs to find my strategically placed camera gone. I was immediately in a state of panic as the item that i had grown to admire was no longer visible nor had I any idea as to where or whom it might have been with. I asked those that were around the area had they removed an item from a specific location and was greeted by, "no" left and right. I remain in the theatre for 30 minutes hoping to rediscover what should have not been lost in the first place. Sadly, that discovery was without avail and I made the 45 minute drive home hurt and alone.
It's not so much the material possession that was the greatest disappointment, but the lack of respect and loyalty that I experienced from those around me whom I considered to have built substantial relations with; that's the real hurt. I had even gone out and purchased opening night affections of gratitude for them based upon their characters in the show that I was ecstatic to gift them with, which of course they will not receive now. I have to buy a new camera! Lol! Anyway. As I remain hurt and unable to trust and barely work effectively with the cast/crew that has immaturely closed this chapter of my experiences in theatre, I comfort myself in knowing that the show will end. I will move on. I will not thread this way again. And I will be better. My only focus if providing the audience with a performance they deserve to see and I have the pleasure of performing.
(Peace + Love = Happiness)
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