Yes, that dribbling fool in the corner, so desperate to please on a day such as this, will do anything to tell that one glorious god or goddess their undying eternal flame of love that they bear for them each day. Eventually, with the strength in their heart and a pound on the head, they move forth, exhibiting their display of enticing cakes or cards to win the heart of their imaginary lover.
This is me. I'm the dribbling fool in the corner. Not in the sense that I'm the lonely one on Valentines Day, but in the way that Valentines Day acts as a (very loose) metaphor for Theatre and its place in my heart.
Bet you didn't see that coming! It's so difficult to explain how much drama and the arts influence me in my everyday life, but I'll try my best. In my everyday life, I'm not the most socially confident person in the world; I freeze up around people I don't know, I get uncomfortable with the strangest topics and I have no idea how to talk like I write, though I'd absolutely love to. Nothing works for me in the real world, and I'm sure a lot of people know what I mean. You see that smooth talking gentleman? The one in the centre of the room, whose saliva stays strictly in his mouth. That's who you want to be, that's who has life in the palm of his hands and can stroll through it pretty much unscarred.
Konstantin Stanislavski |
There is nothing quite like living in the mind of a completely different person, even just for a second. Stanislavski, the father of realism and the practitioner that suggested idea of using ones own past emotions to depict a fictional character. His main aim was to try and display the truth and "experience the part". This, being so incredibly irresistible to me, was my way of life.
It wasn't until two years ago when all those past people I pretended to play caught up with me. Emotions started flooding back, memories I hadn't even gone through came rushing to me, holding on with everything they had. These were real people to me - all of them - they were me. In the space of those two years, I developed a complete passion for discovering more people and personalities that I could carry with me. More and more the parts started getting further and further apart. I was split between completely polarised characters, I was torn between good and bad and their influence took a hold on me.
I hope this doesn't sound too unpleasant, but I really don't mean it to do so. Alright, I'll try and put it simply and less terrifying:
Everyone is born into this world with one life. That life is always moving forward, so there is no time to skip parts or rewind moments to live them how you should have. It never stops, not for anyone - the past will never change. It does for me. I change it all the time, I don't live just one life, I live multiple lives and I can relive them over and over again.
I can be a saint, plastered across the walls as a martyr loved by the people. I can be a seductress from the 20s and marry a millionaire. I can be a junkie who has no control whatsoever. I can live all of these lives. So, when I am on my deathbed thinking back upon my life, I won't just see the one I've lived, but every single one I have experienced in my life time. These multiple lives are all true, they are based on my real emotions and real memories, just picked and chosen to create a new life.
You don't only live once in the world of theatre. You live as many lives as you can, because time doesn't stop for you, it carries on - live in the mind of several lifetimes - that's my trick to immortality.
Norliza.