“I remember how torturous, how exposed I felt the very first time I heard actors speak my words out loud. Like I was standing in a roomful of mirrors, every single one of them pointed in my direction. I remember curling my toes, I was so tense. I’d be cross with them if they lost the cadence, the rhythm of the speech, never thinking to attribute any of that awkwardness to my own clunky work.” 😍🥹
“Maybe it was the ideas that were swirling around his head that made the tufts of his hair dance around. For a moment, I found myself transfixed by this strange figure, this person who was affording us this opportunity, and who was now carefully, slowly placing one step in front of the other with much deliberation.” Fun and beautiful 🤩
I finally sat down and did some deep dives. MY GOODNESS. Incredibly soulful writing. Amazing and inspirational.
extremely kind of you man, thank you so much!
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“I remember how torturous, how exposed I felt the very first time I heard actors speak my words out loud. Like I was standing in a roomful of mirrors, every single one of them pointed in my direction. I remember curling my toes, I was so tense. I’d be cross with them if they lost the cadence, the rhythm of the speech, never thinking to attribute any of that awkwardness to my own clunky work.” 😍🥹
“Maybe it was the ideas that were swirling around his head that made the tufts of his hair dance around. For a moment, I found myself transfixed by this strange figure, this person who was affording us this opportunity, and who was now carefully, slowly placing one step in front of the other with much deliberation.” Fun and beautiful 🤩