When I was a little girl piano recitals terrified me. They made me want to throw up. All the Chopin and Mozart that my 8-year-old brain had memorized would completely disappear on performance day.
Speaking in front of my class or other public gatherings also made my stomach churn. How I dreaded those required “extemporaneous speeches.”
Singing for others, however, made me only marginally nervous. The more I sang — alone or in groups — the more natural and relaxed I felt.
Now, after a lifetime of virtually no experience performing the spoken word, how is it I find myself with a role in an upcoming production of The Vagina Monologues?
When I first thought about learning my two-page monologue, I felt intimidated. I wondered if I’d lost my mind to get involved with this project. I fervently wished I could sing my words, instead of speak them!
As I practice my part now, something really beautiful is happening. I’m surprised to find that the mind-stretching process of memorization is actually fun. Sure, sometimes an adrenaline rush causes me to flub my lines in rehearsal. Of course, I hope this doesn’t happen in front of a live audience. But it might.
It’s super-helpful for me to remember that spoken-word performance can be just like musical performance in that it doesn’t have to be perfect. In fact, it doesn’t have to a performance at all. I prefer to think of it as a sharing of who I am.
When I say I’m performing, I feel like I’m setting myself apart from those I’m speaking or singing for. It feels oddly foreign. Exclusive. Not a communal process.
Playing a role or making music is about inviting listeners, as well as myself, to a deeper, more expansive way of experiencing life. It’s about stretching my heart, transcending my old story of performance anxiety, and offering to create genuine connection with others.
See you on Opening Night!
Santa Fe residents: You can purchase tickets for the 3/14/15 performance of The Vagina Monologues at http://www.ripetolife.com/performances/