3/05/2013

kcactf: part v :)

Good morning! I have some awesome news: I am cast as Mrs. Who in BYU's production of A Wrinkle in Time! Rehearsals will begin soon and I seriously can't wait to get going. Our cast is already phenomenal and it's gonna be insane seeing what we all come up with together. The show goes up after I'm graduated (May 29-June 15), so I have something to look forward to immediately after graduation. GUYS GRADUATION. I WILL BE GRADUATED IN 51 DAYS. Ahhhh! Okay, enough of that Tom Foolery.

It's time for the last post in the series about KCACTF. :) Drum roll please...

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The last workshop I attended at the festival was “Playwriting for Children.” Though the directions of our hands on activity were confusing at first, in the end, we created a “Choose Your Own Adventure Play” about Paul Revere’s ride. Lindsay and I acted out our script (complete with horseback riding) and it was a blast! We had the best time and, once again, I couldn’t believe I was living my life.


Later that night, I attended the acting Irene Ryan Final rounds with friends and couldn’t believe how awesome our BYU students did! After the final rounds was the Award Ceremony.

THIS WAS IT.

I sat in the end seat next to the aisle. One of the other ten minute playwrights sat behind me and congratulated me on my performance that morning. I was so touched and congratulated her as well. As Wade talked about the NPP (National Playwriting Program) and how the awards worked for the playwrights, all of my BYU friends gave me their full attention. My hands were held, my back was rubbed and everyone was smiling at me. I was called up with the other four playwrights and received my “Regional Finalist” certificate. The entire BYU group stood up and cheered me on. It was beautiful. I somehow made it back to my chair and then Wade continued introducing the two “National Semi-Finalists.” At this point, I couldn’t stop thinking, “It’s not gonna be me. I’m not gonna get it.” Over and over again. It was agonizing. Jacob Shamy gripped my hand tight and I repeated, “It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fine.”

And then the moment I’d been waiting for all week.

Wade called up the playwright sitting behind me as the first National Semi-Finalist. She glided up, accepted her award and floated back to her chair. I remember thinking, “Well, I’m done for.”

Then I heard my name. I heard “The Shoelace.” I heard my friends screaming. I heard myself screaming and crying and laughing and then couldn’t feel my legs as I stumbled up to Wade…I almost fainted, I almost felt like I wasn’t real, but it was real and I was alive and breathing and this was my moment. When Wade handed me my certificate, I shook his hand and it brought me back to the room screaming for me. The cameras flashing in my face. The epitome of pride and love washing over me from my friends I’d grown to know as family. The knowledge that Heavenly Father answers prayers. The acknowledgement of who I am as a Daughter of God. The acceptance of myself as a playwright.

I somehow made it back to my chair and I sobbed into Lindsay’s arms. She held me tight as I cried into her shoulder, overcome with too many emotions. Everyone looked on and I could feel their love. I held on. My back was rubbed, tissues were handed to me, and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I kept saying, “This isn’t real. This didn’t just happen.” But then I’d stop myself and realize IT WAS. This was my life. My moment.


Whatever happens now, I am just so grateful for the blessings that have come of this week. I am full of wonder. I am full of light.

3/04/2013

kcactf: part iv

Good morning everyone!
Just got two texts from Zac, both of them saying "Quack, quack." He's adorable. :) Alllright. I promised you an amazing journal entry for today. My last day in LA: The Staged Reading. haha It's gonna be SAWEET! Tomorrow will be the last day in the series, complete with an Andy Warhol production (AH), a "Playwriting for Children" workshop, and the Awards Ceremony. ...:) Until then, enjoy the crazy endorphins and adrenaline I experienced on the morning of February 16, 2013.


February 16, 2013
Dear Journal,

TODAY WAS INSANE.

I woke up with tons of butterflies in my stomach and tried not to freak out on my roommates. After a quick shower, I got ready as fast as possible. The nerves were too much for my body to handle. Everyone wished me luck as I ran out of the hotel room and slammed the door behind me.
My play was going to be performed for the first time in two hours.

As I rushed through the streets to the LATC, I found myself floating. Noelle, Heather, Adam, and other friends went with me, keeping me grounded and focused for the morning ahead. They were all so supportive and encouraging—it was exactly what I needed and I couldn’t thank them enough.

Noelle and I got to the theatre and met up with Carol, Aurora, and Dillon. Tech rehearsals started and we watched as each ten minute play did their thing. The butterflies multiplied as our performance grew closer. Then, all of a sudden, it was time for our tech rehearsal to take the stage. It was beautiful witnessing Noelle and Dillon connect with one another.

After the tech rehearsal, Dillon asked if he could talk with me. We moved away from everyone else and he leaned in close to me. He said, “So…I prayed last night.” Shock. Complete shock and love in an instant. I asked him, “You did?” He continued, “I felt like your script deserved it…and like you deserved it.” I couldn’t speak for a long while but then I found the words, “How was it?” He replied, “The words felt foreign coming out of my mouth…but it was good. Something good.” I hugged him close, he kissed my cheek, and we cried holding each other. It was seriously one of the most beautiful moments of my life.
Just before the performances were to begin, I called my mom and said, “This play feels like it’s bigger than me. Like I’m just an instrument in God’s hands. Like I’m seeing how small I am, but also how much potential I have and it’s insane. I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but right now, I feel very good.”


The first three plays were performed and then responded to by three professional playwrights: Jami Brandli, Georgia McGill, and Brandt Reiter. Georgia McGill is the National Chair for KCACTF’s National Playwriting Program; Brandt Reiter is the KCACTF Region I National Playwriting Program Chair; and Jami Brandli is a published playwright with many accolades. No pressure, right?

When it came time for my play to be read, I couldn’t hold in all the emotions that were going on inside. After the first sentence of the stage directions was read, I was crying. I held onto Lindsay and Brianna’s hands throughout the whole reading and I could hear sniffles in the audience. Finally, after the ten minutes were over, I could let out a breath. My notes immediately following the reading and my respondent’s questions:
OH WOW. I LOVE THIS. I LOVE HOW I’M FEELING. I CAN’T STOP.
-I need to put Emily’s name in the dialogue
Brandt Reiter
-Switch gears from relationship to not believing in God. Why is that?
-What is the conflict at the beginning? Is the dialogue at the beginning masking the problem? If so, why is it coming out now?
-What do they need from each other? What does Mitch need to fix or does he need to let go? Same for Emily?
Jami Brandli
-A lot of ink—what causes the ink?
-Confusion of why I’m having an emotional connection—It’s good, but I want to know why I’m having this reaction.
-What does the swapping of the shoelace mean? Connect the dots!
Georgia McGill
-Did they sleep together? How does that connect to her “glow?” What is the God/sex question you’re asking?
-If they did sleep together, just say it—That’s not the reveal. The reveal is her not having her glow anymore.
-At a basic level—What are those basic facts?
-Location questionable—Almost like a screenplay rather than a script.

Throughout the talk back session, I took their suggestions as graciously and earnestly as possible. It was such an honor to have them give me feedback! Chelsea Hickman, from Kansas, a BYU student. What?! As all three respondents were from the East coast, they didn’t quite understand the specifics in the play about Mormonism and Utah culture—that was their biggest concern. How can I make it more relatable and easier to follow? Finally, the respondents moved onto the last play and I could relax.

When it was all over, I didn’t quite know how to feel—it was done—finished! I kind of felt a little empty. Everyone told me they loved it and were impressed by my talent. Haha That was a little weird, but very welcome and amazing.  Complete strangers came up to me and told me how touched they were, how they were changed, how they felt something. It was SO overwhelming. Happiness filled to the brim, I left the LATC for lunch with friends and called my mom and husband. 







3/03/2013

kcactf: part iii

A little late, but here's the next installment, continuing on from where we left off! Next time, look forward to my last day in LA: The stage reading. It's gonna be good! :)

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When I made it to the workshop, I was ten minutes late (merp). The workshop was, “The Voice of the Playwright” led by playwright Kathleen Cahill. She talked about Van Gough’s A Starry Night. How he created a masterpiece—and challenged us to find our own “starry night.” She had Ariel and I (and everyone else) write down five words in a starry night and then we went around the room and shared our words. Then she asked us what stood out from all the words read. Then, out of those words, she asked us to find the most “human-esque” words—the most relatable to humans. After we did that as a group, we then wrote a monologue using those words in any way we wanted. Then we shared our monologues out loud. My notes from the workshop:

5 Words in a Starry Night
Trial.
Longing.
Victorious.
Alive.
Unapologetic.

What We Remember:
Hope
Afghanistan
Finite
River
Immense
Pressing
Frozen
Light
Drunk
Cyprus
Pebbles
Cityscape
Heavenscape
Snow
Fear: What lies underneath the fear? Anger.
Found
Tears
Bright
Follow-Through
Blue

I’m never gonna be the dad you’ve wanted—I’ll never be him. I can’t take away what I did, put a band-aid on it, and call it good. No, it’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna make you bleed again and again. I wish I could say, “Sorry”…You don’t need a dad. You need to move on. I can only be me, and if that’s not what you’re looking for, then... I guess we’re good.

After that, Ariel and I went to the next workshop on our schedule called, “A Jury of Your Fears,” which was more of the informational and business side of playwriting. We learned the Bill of Rights for a playwright (I won’t go into details about each “right,” but it was a highly insightful talk that gave me an understanding of what my future will look like at a purely logistic level):
In Process and Production
1)      Artistic Integrity
2)      Approval of Production Elements
3)      Right to be Present
Compensation
4)      Royalties
5)      Billing Credit
Ownership
6)      Ownership of Intellectual Property
7)      Ownership of Incidental Contribution
8)      Subsidiary Rights
9)      Future Options
10)  Author’s Contract
The meeting was an hour and a half and I was falling asleep toward the end. I excused myself during the Q&A portion and took a 20 minute nap before getting lunch and attending the next workshop, “Women Playwright Initiative.” Ariel attended the workshop with me as well as Bianca Dillard-Morrison. Throughout the workshop, we talked in circles about what it means to be a woman playwright and how we can bring a voice to the women in America, even in the current male dominated playwright world. What I took away from the workshop was this: My voice as a woman means something to someone—I can change lives through producing my work and it happens through one play at a time. One word at a time. It was an inspirational and insightful meeting! YEAH WOMANHOOD.

Immediately following that workshop, there was another entitled, “From Playwrights to Producers.” I sat through half an hour but it wasn’t shaping into the workshop I’d hoped for (Ariel definitely agreed). I was also getting text messages and calls from Carol and Wade throughout the entire workshop about making corrections to my play for rehearsals and the culminating staged reading the next morning. Ariel and I left and I raced to my hotel room to make the corrections Carol was concerned about and emailed it off to Wade for him to print off the “final” version of the script. !!!! I was so exhausted, but so happy.

As already mentioned, Ariel, Bianca, and I went to get Greek food for dinner together! It was my first time! I had a pita with hummus and other Greeky food in it. It was so delicious! I also tried some of Bianca’s falafel. It was seriously one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. After dinner, we went to see another invited production called “Charm” by the playwright who led the “Voice of the Playwright” workshop earlier that morning.

My thoughts on Charm: I don’t do poetic writing. I do contemporary. I do realistic. I do emotionally connected relationships. Haha Charm, for me, was the exact opposite of everything I am as a writer (which was a GREAT experience for me…as I realized later). Charm challenged me through the poetic and witty writing, the presentational rather than representative performance style, and the overwhelming feeling of stupidity I felt as an audience member. Most of the writing went over my head and I almost left at intermission because I had no idea what was happening. I felt like the playwright was mocking me—alienating me from her work. I hated that feeling—not just for the obvious reasons, but because I desperately wanted to have an open mind. I wanted to understand. But I just didn’t. What I learned: Write in a way that doesn’t spoon-feed the audience or alienates audience members, but encourages emotional connection and a universal understanding.

After Charm, I went to another rehearsal for my show. We did one read through, talked more about the script, and went our separate ways. As I tossed and turned in my bed that night, I couldn’t stop worrying about the next morning, when my play would be read out loud for the first time in a performance. !!! Ariel and I talked. She comforted me and I was so grateful for her friendship.

I said a long, heartfelt prayer asking for comfort after Ariel fell asleep. “You’re gonna get it” and “You’ll be fine” entered my thoughts and I pushed them away. I didn’t think I was good enough. I didn’t think it was the Spirit—I thought it was just my desperation…But I finally fell asleep and all I could think was, “Maybe I am good enough. Maybe I will get it.”

3/02/2013

kcactf: part ii

Hello again!
Just continuing where we left off yesterday. :) Read ahead for the first rehearsal experience and my identity as a city girl :) Part I was a little long, so I'm splitting up my second day at the festival into more than one part. Look for tomorrow's post about the workshops I attended, the challenges I had watching a certain production, and the comfort that comes with sincere and earnest prayer.


February 15, 2013

Dear Journal,

Second day of KCACTF was just as busy as yesterday! Once again, after six hours of sleep, I got ready for a full day of rehearsals and workshops. We held our first read through and rehearsal for “The Shoelace” at 8am until 10am with Noelle and Dillon. After a crazy debacle with the hotel internet and getting the script to everyone, we finally sat down to digest and analyze the script!

Carol is such a natural at directing. (As I found out later, she’s also a playwright—therefore, she understands how important words are and how much this play means to me—AH SO LUCKY).

In the first line, Emily asks Mitch about a song he’s playing on his guitar, “Is that a new song?” Carol stopped Noelle and asked her why she’s saying it. Noelle paused and said, “Well, I think I’ve heard all of his songs before and I’m shocked I haven’t heard this one. It’s different and I don’t know what that means. Like what it means for us.” Carol encouraged her in her thought process and I was completely blown away! THEY GOT IT. They understood!!!! The whole two hours were just like that—Each line Carol took the time to poke and prod out of Dillon and Noelle what they were thinking while speaking the lines. Sometimes, she even asked me for clarification and for rewrites in the script (which I took note of throughout the rehearsal).

After rehearsal, Dillon and Noelle talked with me about the script and how it came about (as they suspected it was autobiographical haha). I told them, “Yeah, it’s my life you’re reading…It changed my life in the best way possible. He’s doing really well for himself and we’re still good friends.” Dillon and Noelle took in what I said and the amount of love they had for me was…palpable. In that moment, I knew our friendship was completely solid (or more solid as Noelle and I go to BYU together :]).

I had an hour for breakfast, so Noelle and I met up with other BYU friends to go to Crepe Express. I ate my second ever crepe! Strawberries with Nutella. Yum! Then, I had to run through downtown LA to my first workshop in the Los Angeles Theatre Center (LATC).  While rushing across crosswalks, glancing at little shops, and watching pigeons fly up as I ran by I realized I’m a city girl. Buildings all around, cars whizzing by, hobos in the street (maybe not so much) and the constant go—an incessant need to further yourself. It’s quite the rush and it slammed into me that the future life I could live was happening now. I am pursuing my dreams, in a competitive and cut-throat city of opportunity. Wow.


Note: I didn't take these pictures while running to the LATC for workshops. haha We got to LA a day before the festival started and I enjoyed the company of some amazing girls as we marched around downtown.


Noelle and I at Crepe Express!

3/01/2013

kcactf: part i

Hey you guys!
Get ready for some serious reading material (as well as pictures!!) documenting my experience at KCACTF in LA. I had to journal my experiences...and this will be a multiple part series on the blog. :)

February 14, 2013

Dear Journal,

Today was the first day of KCACTF. I woke up at 7am with 6 hours of sleep, took a quick shower, and tried putting together a reasonable outfit for the Ten Minute Playwriting Orientation Meeting at 8:30am (haha). As I straightend my hair and put on my makeup, I couldn’t help but think of the four other playwrights I’d be competing with for the next couple of days. Going into the meeting, I knew two of the five ten minute plays were already selected as National Semi-Finalists, but it didn’t make me any less nervous.




Walking through the hotel hallways to the meeting was frightening. It was quiet and the lush carpet under my feet silenced my footsteps. I arrived ten minutes early…go figure. I sat against one wall and waited. People trickled in and my heart caught in my throat. This was it, like for real. A woman went around to the other students in the room, asking why they were here. When she got to me, she shook my hand and asked, “And why’re you here?” I got to look her in the eye, shake her hand, and say, “I’m a playwright.” !!!! It was the BEST feeling in the world! I couldn’t believe I was so blessed to have this experience and that those words were coming out of my mouth. Though the woman didn’t think what I’d just said was significant, it was a huge turning point in my life.

Throughout the orientation, I got to see who the other playwrights were and meet my AMAZING director and stage manager. Carol Damgen and Aurora ­­­­Sauceda fit with my personality in the absolute best way. Carol, Aurora, and I learned we were to hold auditions with another ten minute play called, “Playdate,” because the same age demographic existed in our two plays (early 20’s). Immediately, I was on edge. I was gonna be in the same room with my competition!!! AH! We then learned the logistics of how the day was going to work, which was:
  1. Orientation Meeting 8:30am-10:30am
  2. Auditions in the Medeterranian Room 10:30am-12:30pm
  3. Callbacks List posted at 12:30pm
  4. Callbacks in the Medeterranian Room 1:00pm-2:30pm
  5. Final Casting with Other Plays in the Roman Room 2:30pm-3:30pm
  6. Cast List posted by 4:30pm
Phew! Now, back to the auditions. My immediate impression of the “Playdate” playwright was, “Wow. She knows what she’s doing.” But she also surprised me by how kind she was. She joked with me, doodled on her notebook paper while taking notes of the actors, and whispered to me about random things. It was a much nicer experience than I anticipated.

The audition itself was exhausting for me. One actor after another would come in, do their thing, leave, and then another. We never got more than a two minute break—but even that was a rare occurrence. Hearing the words I’d written said aloud for the first time was insane. Sometimes it took my breath away with how talented they were and other times I was just like, “Okay, see ya later,” because they just didn’t understand the words (which is completely fine, haha). I found that I loved being on the other side of the audition table much more. As an actor you put everything out there for people to either cross you off their list or circle your name as a “maybe” or a “definite.” A nice change of scenery. :)

Also, it became apparent who wanted to be in my show and who were just there to practice their monologues for Irene Ryan rounds. I didn’t quite know how to approach the latter group of people. They were talented and I appreciated their time, but it was almost like they didn’t appreciate or understand all the time I’ve put into my work. After that realization, I wondered if this was going to be a regular occurrence for me as a playwright in the future. I guess we’ll find out.

Carol and I would make eye contact after each audition that we liked or disliked, make frowning faces or give each other thumbs up. Haha She was such an enjoyable and delightful director to work with. After the auditions, Carol and I got together to select our favorite actors. Here is where I realized saying, “I’m a playwright,” means more than just the words—it means working. It means knowing how to articulate yourself with a director and take her suggestions into consideration. It means having a mature attitude and gracious humility. She treated me as an adult, not like a student, which was…new and awe-inspiring.
After picking nine actors, we pooled our favorite actors with the other director and playwright—to make sure we weren’t calling back the same people. The other group left and we put our callback list on the wall outside the room:



Be still my beating heart! An actual callback list! After posting the list, I ran into two more actors just coming by to audition. They did their thing and we called one back immediately for callbacks. The callback process was in some ways tough and in other ways easy. During Adrian Ramos’ callback, I stepped in as Emily as there weren’t any girls to read with him. As an actor/playwright it was the COOLEST and most DIFFICULT experience of my life acting my words. Adrian and I were so connected and he told me later that day it was the best acting experience he’s ever had in his life. !!! Life changing awesome-sauce!

Some couples worked well together in the cold reads, and others, just did not—which was an eye opening experience in itself. Carol and I had it narrowed down to: Noelle and Dillon, Chloe and Adam, Noelle/Chloe/Lauren and Jacob/Ted. Haha We had our work cut out for us—they were all so good! After numbering our top three couples, we went to the group casting session.

It was then we entered the bloodbath (sort of haha). All four other plays were vying for Heather McDonald and Jacob Rico. Each play wanted one or both of them as their number one choice…But Carol and I lucked out that every single pairing we came up with would be perfect. They all had their own strengths and would suit the script well and it would grow into something beautiful. We were willing to let Jacob go, but Carol and I could tell my script meant something deep to him as he did his cold read. He cried and meant every word (such a proud playwright moment)!

In the end, Carol and I went with:



After getting the cast list put together, I rushed off to the keynote address by Theresa Rebeck (the writer of SMASH!) in the Los Angeles Theatre Center.  Some notes I took while at her address:

-Give myself permission to be a playwright. Sometimes, I still struggle with accepting myself and my craft.  I struggle with letting myself just be myself and then work at it.

-Our voice is a muscle—sometimes we are in control and sometimes we aren’t. We need to acknowledge our voice as a playwright in the same way we use our body to move and be moved. It requires exercise.

            -A character’s language shows who they are.

-We can communicate without language as playwrights. Stage directions and direction can create all the words we could never write.

-WOMEN AND MEN DO NOT WRITE IN DIFFERENT WAYS AT OUR CORE. I loved that!

-Don’t wait for someone to tell you your art’s good—PRODUCE YOURSELF…Which sprung the immediate thought of putting my show up at Night at the HFAC. :)

-Theresa said she could write a play while falling from a tree to the moment she crashed into the ground. Someone asked her what she’d think while falling. She responded: “Who do I have and what do they want?” Everything was simplified in that instant and gave me a ton of insight into my full length I’m writing at the moment.

After her keynote, she asked for a private hour long session with the playwrights in the audience (!!!!) We rode up on an elevator and gathered around her in the LATC costume shop. While listening and taking notes, I found it terribly difficult to follow her train of thought. It wasn’t the most succinct lecture or Q&A I ever attended…but here are the notes I managed to scribble down:
-A certain “space” exists around language in theatre—A space where bodies move and interact with one another, a space where mouths speak more than just the words on the page through subtext and backstory, a space where we receive language and are changed.

-The learning process never ends. It continues through language, characters, and scene work.

-Great storytelling comes by trusting yourself and others. Asking “Who is the theatre for?” and answering that question faithfully, honestly, and confidently.

-I AM A STORYTELLER. At the end of the day, I tell stories that can change lives. At the end of the day, I tell stories that can bring people closer. Such a beautiful thought.

The last item on the agenda for the day was attending Vincent in Brixton, a production invited by KCACTF from UVU. SO GOOD. The lead actor, James Mckinney, played Vincent Van Gough in his 20’s—a complex, angry, and passionate young man. How he fell in and out of love. How he started painting. How he succeeded and failed as a man and lover. Goodness. It was beautiful. The show was written in the kind of writing I love—harsh, unforgiving, poetic but realistic, and jarring. (As a side note, while Ariel, Bianca, and I went to get Greek for dinner the next night, we ran into James! I asked if I could hug him for his performance (haha) and we talked for a bit about Utah and his play).

Overall, a very good day! I can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow!