Hey, actor. Yeah, you.
Do you remember the time you fell in love with that musical that spoke the words to beautiful music that you wanted to say? Do you remember how you ached to give life to this show and to tell that characters story to an audience that needed to hear it? Do you remember how each of those songs pumped through your veins and emanated from you all hours of the day until you could no longer ignore it? Then how you decided to raise money and put that show on in a shitty 35-seat theatre that you could afford in Hollywood, where the audience had to cross the stage and the dressing room to get to the bathroom?
Do you remember how alive you felt with a small orchestra behind you, and you finally giving a voice to the story that plagued you for years? How every moment of that show had been dissected and probed until you breathed its air and moved to its rhythm? How no industry people came to the show despite you flooding them with postcards and emails? How casting directors, whose job it is to look for actors, couldn’t be bothered to do the work? How, even though you couldn’t fill those 35 seats, you knew, you KNEW that
And you were art. You did something beautiful and incredible that didn’t need the validation of a sold out house, or a resulting agent meeting. Do you remember how it felt to do what you were formed by the Great Creator to do?
Cause it seems like you’re forgetting. Amidst the rejection from the casting directors who are NOT artists, like you, and can’t see past an imdb starmeter, and the excellent work you do every week in acting class that no one will see but your classmates, you have been losing sight of who you are. You’ve started to think ‘if I just changed my headshot, maybe things would get better’ and ‘I hate networking, but it seems like the only people who get ahead are the ones who schmooze’. Or that you’re not pretty or thin enough. You’ve started to see your actor friends find success and you’re filled with jealousy because you know you’ve worked just as hard as they have. So then, you start to think the worst….
That you’re not talented at all.
This is always how it goes.
Work + Talent + Determination + Drive = little result = shifts in methods = little results = others succeeding = questioning worth = frustration = What am I even doing here?
If you would remember, dear actor, what it is you’re doing here, you wouldn’t have any of these questions. You would know EXACTLY what and why. And you would continue to create regardless of what’s on the other side of that = .