I have in my mind a piece of theatre I want to create. I would like to work with a good friend of mine to explore his reactions to grief and his relationship with his lost one. He is a dancer and choreographer and I reckon that together we could create a beautiful piece of verbatim dance theatre.
He had a wonderful relationship with his Grandmother and when he talks of her his face lights up and theres something in him thats hard to describe. Its something old or ageless or... its not often I struggle to describe something but I am now. I guess you just have to see it and that is why I want to put it on the stage, or in a studio, or to bring an audience into her living room.
He's scared tho. I'm scared too.
He is scared of opening up and his feelings tumbling out and never stopping. He's scared of feeling too much. Of being too upset.
I'm scared of not doing his story justice. Of being judged. Of failing.
He's scared to express. I'm scared about what'll happen if he doesn't one day.
We really need to get over these fears, stop eating cake and book a studio.
I don't know how to broach it with him tho. I asked him before and he said he wasn't ready. I think if I don't push him he'll never be ready. I know I must respect him and wait. Its hard, I'm not a patient person.
Is it wrong to send him this blog?
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