The stage intrigued me as a child, teased me as an adolescent, rejected me in college, made an occasional, but un-noteworthy appearance during my forays into adulthood, but today, wooed me and won me completely in a two hour production of what in typeface is my favorite play. I picked up a copy of Cyrano de Bergerac about seven years ago on a whim; thought I'd read for myself the story behind what was a rather ridiculous, though endearing film starring Steve Martin and Darryl Hannah that I'd seen as a child. As my eyes took in the prose, wit, and meter emanating from the title character with every line, my heart thrilled. Although I love to read, reading plays never thrilled me. Plays were written to be performed and the action never quite came alive for me until it was presented in flesh and blood on a stage. Cyrano was different from the very first page. I wondered if I'd ever have the chance to see it live.
I got my chance this afternoon in a performance that moved me and unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, dislodged that part of me that has become somewhat satisfied with reality. I escaped; my world was left behind without so much as a tear shed in farewell, and I wanted more than anything to grace that stage with its players. This Cyrano won my heart. Of course he doesn't exist, the man is merely playing a character; there exists a horrible and jarring disjunct between fact and fiction, but I may just be ruined. Theater, when done really well, affects me thus. It's the most bittersweet experience. I want to watch it over and over, but I cannot. Every performance is an entity entirely its own and can't be taken out of the venue in which it lives. Eventually the run is over and the production can never be revived in quite the same way again. I find it quite tragic. These actors will move on to play other parts and compose other ensembles, and I wish I could trap them there under that heavy proscenium forever. Perhaps that's what so special and unique about performing. You only get one chance to play, one chance to watch, one chance to experience. For a moment in time, your life is intersecting with the lives of a group of very entertaining strangers and you exist for that space and time away from the outside world in the mysterious magic that habits only the inside of theater houses. I want more of this magic... more of these words spoken with such deeply felt speech.
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