Christmas Carol Chronicles, Part XVI
As I descend into the pit of despair called Ebenezer Scrooge, the aches and pains he might have felt sitting at his cold and forlorn money lending table - all day, every day - begin to inhabit my body. The knees labour to carry my weight up the grand staircase, a sharp ache pulses in my lower back, and the labour and unhappiness of the years gnaws away at my joints. What is in my head and heart inhabits the body, and I actually feel what Ebenezer would have felt. Then, as the sun comes up on Christmas Day and I find myself intact and "able to make good on the wrongs I've done", "I feel as light as a feather, as happy as an angel, as merry as a school boy, as giddy as a drunken man."
Some may question why I'm feeling actual aches and pains.
"It's called acting for a reason," they might say. "Why not try it some day?"
But for me, this theatrical journey is less about acting and more about being: in the body and mind of the character, in the circumstances of the story, and in the moment. It is a glorious adventure filled with perilous curves and delightful surprises. It is part of what makes live theatre so intoxicating to watch.
We almost made it through Act Two last night. Unfortunately, we crawled up a few minutes short just touching the beginning of one of the last few scenes in the play. It's fine. We'll be going over and over the tough sections multiple times during due-to-cue which starts in earnest this evening.
|Reese Stanley and Emily Beauchesne|
|Camryn Hannigan and Alysa Beaton|
Meanwhile, I continue to further explore the essence of Ebenezer. This morning, after getting my marching orders from designer Roger Schultz, I pulled out the electric shaver and trimmed my beard to create the necessary 19th Century mutton chops. Tell me I look sexy!