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Every time someone tells me I can't do something, I feel breaking out into song like Fanny Brice and start singing, "Don't Rain On My Parade". I was watching the ending of the film, Dead Poets Society and I felt so badly for the young man who commits suicide at the end. His father wanted him to go to med school and become a doctor. The young man was an artist and wanted to be an actor. I felt so much empathy for him because I know how it feels to want to get up there on that stage and just perform. We do it for free. We do it because we love our craft and work so hard to get better and better to earn the right to be up there on that stage.
I remember once when my mother-in-law and her mother were in my kitchen. They both said you want to be an actor? And they just laughed. I wanted to kick them both out of my kitchen for disrespecting me and my dreams. At first I was hurt. But then I got angry. I felt the anger rise up in my throat like bile. I swallowed it but I did not swallow my dreams.
I received a phone call today from a friend who has cast me in his latest film. No audition -- just I wrote this character for you and I want you in my film. It's a small role, only 3 pages of dialog but that is okay with me. It's a very character driven role and I am looking forward to it. We film on Friday!!!
I saw my Starbucks commercial on television again this morning on CBS. It was so cool. When I went to my dentist this morning I told all the girls about it and they were excited for me. One even said, oh we have a celebrity here! I just laughed.
Well, lots to do -- lines to learn and I am finishing preparation of chicken cacciatore for dinner. Then I will relax and watch part 2 of The Kennedys. I sure hope it's better than part 1.
Never, never let anyone rain on your parade. For years when someone would try to disrespect me or my dreams I would just look at them like they were crazy. Because my dreams are not crazy. My dreams are my dreams. And they should be respected.
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