It has begun. I dont know exactly WHEN it happened, but it’s happened. I am no longer a performer– I’m the DAD of a performer. A couple of ‘em, actually.
Yesterday, out of the blue, I saw my neighbor drive into his driveway. I walked over and told him my kids had been cast in a show at our local professional summer theatre. As I was telling him, I heard the words come out of my mouth and I was thinking, “He has no interest in what I’m telling him.” He’s a good guy and all– but he’s not a “theatre person.”
They’re not in the professional company for the whole season– they’re in the teen company for “Singing in the Rain.” Emily isn’t being paid, Nicholas has a Teen Internship, so he gets a little for his work. This is the summer theatre that I worked at most of my years as a performer. I did over 35 shows with them over the years. They are a fantastic company and the Artistic Director, Wayne Bryan, is as good as they come (as a Producer and as a Good Guy).
Anyway, my mind has been flooded with fatherly actor advice for my kids.