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There are those moments that we remember where we were when we heard the news.
Those moments are not forgotten.
I remember where I was when I heard the Princess Diana was dead, for instance. I thought the person that told me was joking. It was so unexpected and tragic. A car crash? Trying to outrun paparazzi? I found out after having a coffee at Spuntino’s (which is now Characters) up on Davie street. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I remember that true non-feeling of shock permeating my bones as I searched for a handle on the moment and found no purchase. It was so far off of my day's expectations that I didn’t even know how to react.
I felt the same last night. In the middle of our dress rehearsal for a play that premieres tonight, someone who was checking updates on his cel phone let us know that McCain conceded after a landslide victory in favour of Barack Obama.
I don’t know how to describe what I felt. I was there, in a wig and a waistcoat from 18th century France, surrounded by new friends and old friends, all people I loved. Creative and totally insane people involved in a very ambitious production much more beyond anything high-profile theater is attempting in Vancouver.
The smiles were so real when the news broke, like people’s souls, their very essences, were smiling. They were more than merely happy to hear the news. This was a moment for the world, a change of the river’s course.
I heard it mentioned that the election was, at its emotional heart, a choice between Armageddon and a positive new beginning. I believe that. I think that an America with Palin and McCain at the helm would have been a nightmare alternate universe that would have made us nostalgic for the present one. I know that I’m not alone in that.
I did not have the same confidence that my friends did that Obama would win. All I had was hope. I was terrified and tense.
This is more than a sigh of relief. This is a renewal of faith. This is permission to try.
The phrase ‘yes, we can’ doesn’t sound like a hollow campaign jingle to me. I want to thank a higher power for allowing this to happen because I don’t know where else to direct my gratitude.
I remember being in the arms of people I love when I heard that Obama won, pushing my own boundaries in terms of courage, taking another small step towards something creative and trying to further my father’s legacy. I am terrified of performing on stage but that is why I do it.
I multiply that feeling by a thousand to imagine what Obama must be feeling right now. The work is just beginning but now we have someone at the helm who wants a return to the last and greatest of human dreams.
Fingers crossed.
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Those moments are not forgotten.
I remember where I was when I heard the Princess Diana was dead, for instance. I thought the person that told me was joking. It was so unexpected and tragic. A car crash? Trying to outrun paparazzi? I found out after having a coffee at Spuntino’s (which is now Characters) up on Davie street. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I remember that true non-feeling of shock permeating my bones as I searched for a handle on the moment and found no purchase. It was so far off of my day's expectations that I didn’t even know how to react.
I felt the same last night. In the middle of our dress rehearsal for a play that premieres tonight, someone who was checking updates on his cel phone let us know that McCain conceded after a landslide victory in favour of Barack Obama.
I don’t know how to describe what I felt. I was there, in a wig and a waistcoat from 18th century France, surrounded by new friends and old friends, all people I loved. Creative and totally insane people involved in a very ambitious production much more beyond anything high-profile theater is attempting in Vancouver.
The smiles were so real when the news broke, like people’s souls, their very essences, were smiling. They were more than merely happy to hear the news. This was a moment for the world, a change of the river’s course.
I heard it mentioned that the election was, at its emotional heart, a choice between Armageddon and a positive new beginning. I believe that. I think that an America with Palin and McCain at the helm would have been a nightmare alternate universe that would have made us nostalgic for the present one. I know that I’m not alone in that.
I did not have the same confidence that my friends did that Obama would win. All I had was hope. I was terrified and tense.
This is more than a sigh of relief. This is a renewal of faith. This is permission to try.
The phrase ‘yes, we can’ doesn’t sound like a hollow campaign jingle to me. I want to thank a higher power for allowing this to happen because I don’t know where else to direct my gratitude.
I remember being in the arms of people I love when I heard that Obama won, pushing my own boundaries in terms of courage, taking another small step towards something creative and trying to further my father’s legacy. I am terrified of performing on stage but that is why I do it.
I multiply that feeling by a thousand to imagine what Obama must be feeling right now. The work is just beginning but now we have someone at the helm who wants a return to the last and greatest of human dreams.
Fingers crossed.
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