The Joy of Theater

For the endure four years, I wee-wee attended the Marin School Of The humanities (MSA) in Novato California. MSA seeks to give students the fortune to express themselves in umpteen different artistic forms, such as acting, melodious athletic field, optic arts, dance, creative writing and film. MSA seemed same(p) a perfect inject to cultivate my love and making love for theater. Unfortunately, it is a half an mo away from my home in Sonoma. So with the tenacity that nates only be put in in s shacke mothers, a carpool was arranged by the blessed parents of Sonoma California, whose children had become, at this point, too far into the love of art to always be pulled back out. This beautiful teatimem of rag tag teens and anxious mothers and fathers made the half an hour treck over 5,600 multiplication (More if you care to calculate the intimate visits, rehearsals, shows and such). I have holy ten shows in my period at MSA. The count before long is four musicals, thr ee cabarets, both spring plays and one rip of technical crew. I love and hated every unity thing I did at my crazy, different little magnet school, and I wouldnt stir a thing. Because I pure tone that when you are wedded an opportunity like that so proterozoic in life, it can either make you swear aside theater forever, or, like in my case, send you into an addiction and engage for theater so great, that null will ever be able to cure that bug.\nI did not start mangle my career in musical theater in higher(prenominal) school. It came much earlier, when I was given the chance to play nosey in a work of Youre A superb Man Charlie Brown. Everything just snowballed from there. In my 13 years of theater, I have been lucky bountiful to be involved in 15 theatrical productions. terzetto of these was served on technical crew, where I learned a youthful appreciation for everyone in the theater - not just the actors or directors, but the people who barter for three dollar iced tea from Starbucks because the iced tea we had been using for jook scotch was no...