What a day. Director in theatre asked us today to basically play some scene where we cry for real, to try to reach for these emotions and deliver it in a story. Nobody wanted to, it's nice and sunny outside and this is pretty awful exercise. I did it alone in the end, made myself cry as soon as I walked across the stage.
Oh, inner demons. You're useful.
This sounds pretty fucked up, tbh. Good for you to be able to do it, but still that has to be emotionally very demanding. Were you able to put the demons under control again or would they be out for a while?
Yeah, in a few seconds, no big deal. The exercise is precisely for training how to not fuck self up. Basic acting.
Wow, you are good. Last time I cried (funny enough it was also in a theater, but I was the spectator) it took me a good few days to get over it.
I'm not good, I'm nobody. But I got special dark places I learned to bury. That's why I love it in rockopera, fires and tears are that thing people come to watch. Seriously all the plays are either greek tragedies or something nasty and biblical. I came there for help and like everyone I met along knows how it feels and recommend to do metal. Demons like that, screaming at people and falling apart on stage is unbelievably refreshing. And people clap.😄
