When I was in 3rd Grade we studied the pioneers. In a large shoe box, I crafted a model of a typical pioneer home out of clay and cardboard. The final part of the project was to present it to the class. Now, having never done something like this before, I hadn't anticipated how absolutely terrifying it would be. And I definitely didn't prepare.
So I got up in front of the class, shaking like a leaf, and said in a quavering voice, "This is my pioneer house. It has one room because the pioneers didn't have much money." And I was done, I was out of material. Now I knew that wasn't right. Staring decidedly down at my project, I searched around for something else to say.
"Here are the beds…" I said. "they are for…" Well, I had really put my foot in my mouth now hadn't I? Everyone knew what beds are for. What else could I possibly say? What amazing insight could I bring to pioneer beds? Nothing. There was no way out. So I leaned in. "… you know, for sleeping."
Now, you may not realize it. But to a room full of third graders that was a HILARIOUS joke. OF COURSE THEY BEDS ARE FOR SLEEPING. HAHAHAHAHAHA. THEY ARE BEDS. (just trust me on this).
Wait a minute. Did I just make a joke that made the whole class laugh? Was that me? Do I have this hilarious hilarious power? I sure did. I could rule the world from this stage.
And I kid you not, from that moment on I never suffered from stage fright again (except when singing but that was a whole different animal).
Until. Moving. To. L.A.
I don't know what it is, but I get up in front of that camera and I have all this nervous energy I can't quell. Maybe it's feeling out of place in these strange rooms with these damn "readers" who give you nothing. Maybe it's because I worry I'm being too loud, or too showy, or too Stage Actor. Maybe it's because I'm acutely aware that I haven't performed for anyone over the age of 10 in 2 years. Maybe because competition seems stiffer. Maybe because it's no longer something I'm doing for "fun" and "to meet people" but because I'm "doing it for real". I don't know. But something is different and scary about getting in front of a camera.
I used to be able to walk into class or on to stage, and be calm, be clear, let my scenes take time. Now I rush through everything, and speak in that really high-pitched ramble that usually only comes out in job interviews and first dates. It's like I don't even know myself. And every time that happens it chips away a little more at my cool, meaning that next time I get up on stage, I think about my stage fright, and am even more jittery. It's a pretty weird cycle. And I'm not quite sure what to do with it.
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