Hero Worship

I am a professional. I have been working in the theatre industry for many years. I have some good skills and I know how to use them. I'd also like to think that I am a pleasant individual, a people person who's passionate about what she does and knows how to get other people passionate too. But most of all, I have a strong professional attitude and work ethic. And then someone comes along that just shakes all that up.

I've been working at the Great Canadian Theatre Company recently and they've got a show coming up that's also a part of the Magnetic North Theatre Festival. That show? This Is What Happens Next by Daniel MacIvor.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but I am a HUUUUUUGE fan of MacIvor's - notice the many U's in HUGE so you know I'm serious. The man's writing speaks to me on a level that hits me square in the gut. I own most of his plays. I've had the privilege of performing in one of them and regularly use a monologue from another for all of my theatre audition purposes. I can honestly say that his work is one of the reasons I was inspired to create my own one-woman show. I was incredibly disappointed when I missed his appearance in Ottawa a few years ago as part of Transgress, an event at the Writer's Festival.

And on Tuesday, I get to meet him.

My mind is racing. Just thinking about it I feel like I must be 12 and my I.Q. just dropped about 30 points. Will he like me? What if I spent all this time with one massive arts crush and it turns out he's a dick? Can I "accidentally" leave a script to my Roller Derby show lying all over the theatre? DoIhaveanythinginmyteethWhycan'tIstopsweatingWHOISTHISPERSONTALKING? Dear Jeebus please don't let anyone catch me mumbling practice conversations...

I am such a dork.