actor - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
She loved the feel of delivering lines. It was the only time she was free of the wretched stutter. How it dogged her, making her sound like socially phobic teenager. She practiced again allowing the fluidity of her own voice to dance over her tongue and into her ears, tickling her brain. How could she ever give up this feeling for a proper job? At least when she worked in the coffee shop every line she delivered had been rehearsed and perfected.
Sam had suffered a lisp as a child, but after years of speech therapy he was finally rid of it and he spoke his lines with confidence and clarity. He could deliver his words on the stage and still be heard in the cheap seats. After a luck break one winter performance he was heard by a fellow who made radio advertisements and was offered work. He loved the stage but the adverts kept him off the breadline. He counted himself as one of the lucky ones, he could finally describe himself as a professional actor.
Like any good actor her already knew his lines. Fooling the detective was going to be a cinch. The D.I. might be a professional at detecting lies, but he was a pro at delivering a flawless performance. He turned away from the mirror, every flicker of the eyes and facial expression of natural shock booked in his brain for latter. He turned the knife over in his latex gloved hand, now this was an act he was going to enjoy.
He would describe himself as an actor to anyone who'd listen. In reality he'd been in a soap commercial when he was six and had had the lead role in his school play as a teen. He was 33 now and worked several part-time jobs, just enough to keep himself from starving. He still held out for the dream, that one day his acting would pay. One day he'd be a famous actor.
Ah, the joy of portraying emotion. Just how easy is it take the memories of reality and twist it into anger for a character who will never exist? How simple is it to remember the lessons a character has never learned? Who can find the meaning behind the pain of losing someone who was never there? Who can step into the role of a fictional character, and breath life into a form that is not physical? Who can become a hero for the sake of someone they don't even know, and cry tears of joy when in reality, nothing in particular is going on? An actor can. A really, really good actor can.
It helps that the world is my stage. There are times that the spotlight feels too much, I'm a homebody at heart. I like being a star though, I think everyone wants to do something right, something special. Acting is what I do best. I can bring other's joy with my craft, make them laugh, smile and cry. So when it's time to perform I just forget the cameras are there. I act like it's just my normal life and pretty soon I forget that I'm performing. The show's doing great, second season now. I love my character so much I don't ever think I'll ever want to leave my part. The rest of the cast have become my family, I love them truly. This is perhaps the greatest nirvana I'll ever know, so, let the show go on!
To act I become the part, not another version of myself, but truly live it as a separate person. It's the only way to be authentic, don't you think? I feel their emotions, work through their problems, always keeping in mind the limitations of their perspective. I ride with the character on their quest for joy and redemption, always rooting for their victory. That's the only way I know how to give a sincere performance. I guess I was born for this life, I just didn't know it.
Acting is so hailed in the movies, what brings money is good... Yet it is so vilified in regular life as a form of deception. But what if my acting is to bring more happiness and love? What then? Is all forgiven? Is there anything to forgive? Is my acting a vice or a virtue? Should I meddle like a mechanic at the broken engine or stand back and watch it blow? Acting is all I know how to do, so don't expect me to give up it. Expect me to use my talent until my soul wears so thin it disappears into the ether. I won't always get it right, but I'm trying has hard as I know how, always working to perfect my art.
The actor let herself sink into the emotions the part required. Sadness welled in her soul and her eyes and voice took on the look desired by the director. The scene was worth a grammy, but it was hard for her to feel as happy as the rest of the cast. Letting the negative energy in was simple, chasing it out again took a little time.