Ever since I can remember, I have loved to act. From the time I learned to read, I was reading everything aloud with different “character” voices. One of my favourite childhood past times was acting out cherished stories with my sister. I even turned home school PE class into theatre time with the other girls. Let the boys play hockey! I thought. Acting is much more fun!
At eight-years-old, all of the trouble I got into for skipping PE class paid off. I got to be in a play! It was a real, live musical in a big theatre with a bunch of other kids. And I got one line! I enjoyed those first ten months of rehearsing like nothing else. I was thrilled. Everyday, I practiced like crazy in the living room. I loved everything from the read throughs to the beautiful, purple dress with puffed sleeves that I got to wear. After the first show, I told my mom, “I could do this a thousand more times!”
Now, almost ten years later, I love theatre with the same passion. Although I’m not as energetic as I was at eight, the love inside of my has not died. No matter how many hobbies and interests I start and give up, theatre remains on my schedule. Despite the busyness of life, I always find the time to learn my lines. Because nothing gives me the same thrill as being on stage does.
Sometimes, I try to crush this passion. Don’t ask me why. It’s a strange thing that I do. I guess there is this fear that I’m not good enough. There’s a worry that this isn’t right. Of late, I’ve often wondered what kind of place acting will have in my life after highschool. I’ve heard the term starving artist and I’m not so sure that I want to be one. I’d like to travel, but I don’t know if I want to make that my life. Most of all, I know what the entertainment world promotes and I know that it is not for me. I can’t and I won’t compromise myself or my values. So where does that leave me?
I have to say that some days I’m downright confused about it all. There have even been times in my life where I’ve given up. In the end, I find my love again because there is nothing like the thrill of doing a scene. I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be than on the stage. When I say the lines and they become my own words and I am the character and it all seems real, I feel so happy. It’s like I’m flying. It is amazing.
“God gave you this gift.”
“You should be an actress, Elizabeth.”
“He is going to use you so much in acting. He already is.”
“You could be an actress if you wanted to.”
I hear these voices. I feel these feelings. Is it God or is it me? Is it the truth or my imagination?
I don’t know the future. I’m not really sure what God wants from me yet. All I know is that He has given me a passion for theatre. So I’m just going to pray and wait and act. I know He’ll show me what to do when the time is right. Yes, let’s just wait and see. Maybe I will do it a thousand more times yet!