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One Comment
narbonne posted on February 24, 2011 at 12:05 pm
what an awesome article! “But more significantly—we are at a sea change in terms of what might be perceived as us the theater versus them the audience.” I so firmly believe in this and have aggressively sought it and joyfully experienced in in four years in training as an actor. I remember saying something similar to this in my interview after my audition for BU way back when…