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We settle down, bags placed, cardigans zipped, and sit down in her room--not yet moved into, not yet her own.
And then, without ceremony, we begin.
There is no music. There is no one else. It is just us and the words.
One might think that in this cozy dressing room--flourescently lit and unceremoniously dressed--that this little exercise the run would be dry, hollow. But the truth is, the words are so powerful, and our feelings for those words and above all, for each other, so untterably potent, we both go directly "there."
Tears fall.
Hands are grasped. It is our own little theatre, our own alchemical magic, right there in a sterile little room.
"... I want you to imagine you are Amina. This is opera Sophie. You're alone on a great stage. Make us feel what you feel. Show us that truth..."
That's it.
We finish.
There is a silence and in it, we both look away.
Then she leans in, holds my hand and utters,
"I love this. And you."
What a gift.....gold dust... x
ReplyDeleteSo so wonderful.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Hi from Shanti Bhavan!
Hi TO Shanti Bhavan! Is Summer Boggess there? That's Sierra's sister! We worked together on Hello Again she is a heavenly cellist. Enjoy your journey!
ReplyDeleteThank you! And YES, Summer is here! She told me you met doing Hello Again - and the kids know about Sierra as a sort of celebrity here! Summer leaves this weekend - I'm glad I got to meet her, but haven't heard her play, yet. I think she played last weekend so hopefully she'll play again!
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