Being a theatre wife. Busy. Hard. Exciting. Never ending. These are just a few words to describe the life I lead. Being married to an actor is different. It's adventurous and has it's perks, as do most careers. However, my husband doesn't work 9-5, he doesn't fill out papers, and he doesn't sit in an office or cubicle. My husband has late night rehearsals, scripts to read, lines to memorize, and costume fittings.
And even when my husband is in a show and he's gone late most nights, and he's quoting the show, or he's talking about the show, or he's working on the blocking, or he's perfecting his accent, or he's complaining about his costume or make up or wig, or he's singing all day....seeing him perform on stage is all worth it! I fall in love with him all over again every time I see him perform.
I fell in love with him the first time I saw him on stage, even if I didn't realize it at the time. I noticed his good looks during the per-show as the cast sang in the balcony of the lobby. An attractive looking young man who could sing was worth my attention. Once the play began, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His acting, his voice, his looks....a deadly combination for a gal like me. This talented actor stole my heart and he didn't even know my name.
Almost four years from that day, I still fall in love with him on the stage. This is my blessing. This is my curse.
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