ShareTweetAfter a nearly sleepless night between Allen (my co-star), and Leigh (the friend I brought with me) and Nikita (my dog) we get up at 6 am for another day of shooting. Oddly enough, sleeping in a bed with strangers is not a new thing to me. You get used to it after a while
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ShareTweetI am an actor. I am well versed in the art of actoring. I must be okay at it, otherwise I suppose people wouldn’t pay me to do it. Two weekends ago I started work on a project in Wilmington, NC. Is This It? I won’t ruin it for you but it should be a
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ShareTweetI am in fairly good shape. I have never been even slightly overweight. I recently started running in the mornings. I go to the gym three times a week. Most of this is to counter the fact I sit at my regular nine-to-five. I dance, I teach CPR. So you know something big happened when
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ShareTweet2. Rayne peeked through her mess of blonde hair at her bloodshot blue eyes. She hadn’t been feeling well at all today. The blistering headache had forced her out of work for a second day in a row. Not that it was going to be a big deal; who was going to work in this
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ShareTweetThis year marks the 10th annual Greensboro Fringe Festival, two weeks of music, dance, and theater in the heart of downtown. Performers from all over host workshops and perform for a wide array of audiences. To celebrate the 10 year anniversary all shows are free with a suggested donation of $10 to the artists. All
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ShareTweetEpilogue It was too late already. In a small wooded area, below the fall leaves, the air itself began to slowly thicken into a faint cellophane. The coagulate spread out in a lethargic sheet towards the sky and crept unhurriedly towards the atmosphere, it’s edges curving in a wide arc to the south. The initiating
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ShareTweetI’m rehearsing a show, Dead, and we were performing an acting exercise in the graveyard. Welcome to the world of theater, where nothing is too weird. No need for specifics, just six people amongst the tired resting souls of Greensboro. Walking through the rich history and crunching the leaves underfoot. While most people cringe at the
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ShareTweetLast weekend I helped a co-worker of mine redecorate her pottery shop for Christmas. “It’s not really my thing,” she said, handing me plastic balls, lights, and two nutcrackers. I laughed, because not 4 days before, on Halloween, I had walked through the shops while Christmas merchandise was being frantically thrown on the shelves, thinking
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