Don't Turn Off the Spotlight Yet...

I went to Todd Theater last night to see the opening nigh of The Lower Depths. It was a fantastic production, but as much as I tried to enjoy myself I couldn't. I would look unto that stage and all I could think was, "I wish that was me up there. I wish that light would shine on me." Nigel (the artistic director of the theater) didn't help my situation either. He kept telling me that him and the theater missed me, that I need to come back, that I have to return to my love. It has been over a year since I have set foot on a stage and I feel like a piece of my heart is missing. What bothers me the most is the fact that I tell all my loved ones and family about my passion for the theater and acting, and they brush me off as if it were some unattainable fantasy of mine. The only person (besides my theater friends) who has truly expressed his belief in me has been my cousin Ely. The last time that I saw him in Brighton he told that I should chase my dream no matter what obstacles are in the way. "If you don't go for that dream, you might wake up one day and regret it," he said. Ely also said that he would be the first one in line to buy tickets to my first show or movie. It's that kind of support that I wish I had from everyone else. *sigh*