How He Lied to Her Husband, the OU School of Theater lab show, opened yesterday (Sunday) afternoon. Performed in a blackbox-like classroom in Kantner, the theatre only seats 40 people. But at the opening of her first School of Theater show, this young actor might have been performing for thousands.
That is, until I found the holes in the curtains. From backstage, laced into my corset and bumble-bee-esque period dress, I peeked through the humble openings and at the audience: In the front row, two of my studio classmates; in the back, my roommate; in the middle, my friend's mom who I just met, but who said she might extend her Athens visit to see my show.
Any anxiety that was trying to root itself into my shoulders evaporated. No one in the audience wanted anything but to see me succeed; no one was sitting in the audience waiting to revel in any of my screw-ups. For my studio-mates, every individual success reflects the improvement of the group. My older peers were turning out to support me and the cast and crew, just as I had supported them by attending their shows so many times. My teachers -- when they do show up -- will be there hoping to see their work in action, if only rudimentarily.
What really hit me was that I was a part of this community. A community that extends beyond just the OU School of Theater. The theater community can be judgemental, clicky, and can feel very small, but it is also most definitely a "community." If nothing else, there will always be other theater people in the audience! We're all in this, and we're all in this together.
Cheesy? Perhaps -- let me know what your experiences with the theater community. What are outsider's perspectives on the theater community?