Secret societies and yacht clubs aside, Evan and I were both in the same city, in the same bar and—as it turned out—in the same business. "I'm a producer," he said shyly.
First Person
- Advice
- Advice
I don't have 'showmances' as a rule. Getting involved with your romantic opposite is not only messy, it is a breach of a professional relationship—one which inevitably interferes with your performance.
- Advice
If you were a doctor, nurse, or anyone forced to stay at Hackensack Hospital between 1993 and 1995, you likely saw my hallway renditions of Bell, Ariel, Snow White, Jasmine and Pinocchio.
- Advice
I used to not believe in theater. You may ask, what is so scary about that? But when you've been loving something with your entire existence for your whole life, doubting it is not only upsetting, it's debilitating.
- Advice
My cell phone rang. Well... it could be important, I thought. As unknown numbers usually do, the caller lived up to the unexpected. It was a manager asking to meet me.
- Advice
Church of Muslin and Greasepaint
Theater did not play an enormous role in my life until high school. Prior to that, searching for self-definition like any adolescent, I first sought clarity in religion.
- Advice
My sister Kiki is two and a half years younger than I am. Despite the difference, it always felt as though we were the same age because we were inseparable.
