For as long as I can remember, New York City has lingered in the back of my mind as a place I really didn't want to love. It's so expensive. And it's dirty. And everyone thinks that if you do theatre there, for some reason that show is infinitely better than the theatre done in Utah or Iowa.
Well, that's ridiculous. It's just another town. Granted--a very large town--but it's just another town filled with people who breathe and eat and pay their bills, like any other town. The theatre they produce is fantastic because great people go there to do great theatre. But great people live in Utah and produce great theatre too. In fact, I find in community theatre that people bring an element of love into their work that translates on the stage. I have no delusions that just because it's in NYC, it's somehow a better show.
Having said that . . .
I've decided to give up my amazing job and move to NYC this fall to do a show.
It's a musical about a hippo named Mimi who falls in love with a mouse named Gustav. I have no idea how I'm going to make this happen, but it's the lead in a new musical at a great off broadway playhouse with a fantastic director and producer.
I went up to NYC for the second meeting yesterday. It was amazing. i am so nervous around everyone. They want me there for preproduction meetings. Not sure why. But it's been wonderful.
After the rehearsal, I went to see a show and have dinner with a friend who was in town from Utah. Then I just walked around the city for a bit. I breathed in the air, felt the energy of the people, stared up at the lights and marveled that at 11 o'clock, the city was still very much alive.
I began to fall in love a little bit.
I could tolerate this town from September to about March.
And then I'm moving to Utah. But that's a whole 'nother post.