In the Green Room

 

As a performer in a previous epoch, I have been in many a green room. In the theater, the Green Room is where you wait before the performance. The green room was a place for art, and for fellowship. I was primarily an amateur, performing for love not just of theater, but of the community I found there: devoted, smart, friendly, funny, talented people, many of whom became friends for life.

 

 

When I stopped performing and turned to the more solitary work of writing, I kept the friends but lost the community. I have missed it. There have been echoes of it elsewhere. But I hope that this new Green Room will do more than echo. It will resound.

 

 

Now. Time to go on.

 

Comments 4

 
Katherine Gregor on Monday, 07 July 2014 22:33

Hear, hear.

Fancy seeing you here! :–)

Hear, hear. Fancy seeing you here! :–)
Stephen Evans on Monday, 07 July 2014 23:32

I heard this was where the cool kids hang out!

I heard this was where the cool kids hang out!
Rosy Cole on Tuesday, 08 July 2014 09:07

Lovely debut performance, sir! (Thunderous applause!)

Lovely debut performance, sir! (Thunderous applause!)
Former Member on Tuesday, 08 July 2014 10:59

Beautiful! Three brilliant authors; Stephen, Rosy, and Katherine hanging out in the Green Room. I can hear whispers of love and friendship all around already. Take the stage!

Beautiful! Three brilliant authors; Stephen, Rosy, and Katherine hanging out in the Green Room. I can hear whispers of love and friendship all around already. Take the stage!
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