Met Austin Pendleton today. Texas State is awesome. I’ve met so many successful and reputable actors and it’s only my first semester here. I’m loving it.
I recently started rewatching Heroes. I love this freaking show. I’m gonna cry when I get to the end of it again… NO MORE. :(
And NBC has said that there will be no Heroes movie either… I WANT RESOLUTION.
So, I have to attend my University Seminar class just to get it over with every Thursday. My teacher is an elderly old lady, she reminds me of my grandmother in some aspect, and she has only four fingers on one hand. (She was trying to save a cat and it bit her and her bone was poisoned and had to be amputated off. WEIRD.)
ANYWAYS.
I’m sitting in the class waiting for it to start and I see that we have a visitor to speak with us. I remember she said that a millionaire who goes to Texas State was going to visit. HOLY SHIT, it was so awesome. This guy has a company that is worth $60 million. It started as a non-profit organization and now he’s making it big. And the amazing this is, he is offering jobs for students at Texas State. I WANT A JOB. Ha.
But after class, I went and spoke with him about an idea I had during class. He had asked if anybody ever had a dream of making a business or something. I told him about an idea I had about starting a student run Theatre company outside of the university to establish young actors with people in San Marcos or Austin to get them working. HE ACTUALLY WANTS TO MEET AND DISCUSS WITH ME. This is insane. I’m freaking out.
So amazing.
“When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written “He dies.” That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies.” but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I’m only asking that you turn the page, continue reading… and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you r…elate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest “He died.” “
Tumbling on down.
Another website I’ve crumbled into the pressure to join. Maybe this will be easier to do? Oh well.
