August 25, 2017

Auditioned for a play at UNCA, opposite an accomplished young man, whom I think I frightened a little. My lines were those of a spent and despairing old man trying to explain to a sanguine young man his reasons for wanting to die. I had said every one of the lines in real life, to myself, in prayer, or to others when the subject came up, they probably thinking I was speaking in the abstract.

First Cantaria rehearsal of the new season. We somehow sound pretty good. Who knows how that happens? My nerves came away jangled. Too much explaining, maybe.