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My First Shakespeare Play.

While living in San Diego I visited The Old Globe theater. I had an unforgettable tour where I stepped into three theater's. Professional stages that were indulged under a flashing spot light. Behind a thick and heavy curtain stood talented Broadway actors that dripped in sweat as they feared the worst thing imaginable.
Forgetting their lines.

Besides the shining stars of the show, there exist a working team that resembles a busy ant colony. They're the miracle workers that make the great finale of each show possible; and the optimistic voices that encourage the classic line,"The show must go on!" They're invisible and work in a small control room, hidden in dressing rooms as they fix and sew up costumes, the wig masters tease long goldy locks of hair with their brushes, and make-up artist carefully paint a detailed portrait made of colorful eye-shadow upon a canvas, formally known as the actor's face. Meanwhile the ninja's of the backstage crew do manual labor. The young and thriving crew furiously runs up and down while they quickly move all sorts of wild props and decorative furniture.

I'm absolutely astonished as I saw this happen right before my eyes. At first I debated why over two hundred seats were occupied. The show sold out. I soon realized it's because the audience mourns to have a splendid night to remember.

Watching the comedy "Twelfth Night" was a truly exhilarating experience. In order to understand the comedy, it's recommended to first read the playwright; maybe even have the old English translated. I sighed in relief and grinned because I was prepared and read the dialogue the night before. I found myself entertained for two hilarious hours. My eyes teared up from laughter along with the full house of people in Lowell Davies theater.

The actors focused and ignored the hundreds of spectators. For two hours the actors weren't their normal selves. They transformed into Sir Andrew, Viola, Sebastian, Duke Orsino, and Fabian the clown. Forgetting about the World around them, they lived in their own universe. The actor's graceful ease was as if they were in a frozen moment where time is limitless. Indeed the actors never played a role in the first place. They weren't even in Lowell Davis theater. They were thousands of miles away from The Old Globe theater. Instead they talked inside of a compact snow globe, where every one of them knew their lines and character by heart.

~Yours Truly,