April 14, 2015

On the Sidelines

I don't make a very good spectator.

Whenever I watch something, I get restless there, sitting in my seat: I want to get up and join in on the action.

This is one of the reasons I gave up TV over four years ago. I'd rather do in real life the things that people watch other people pretend to do on TV.

As an actor, it's hard for me to watch a play in a theater or a movie at the cinema without imagining myself on the stage or screen. I can do almost anything I set my mind to. I can be almost anyone or anything.

Even a bellydancer.

When I won tickets to see an eclectic cabaret / burlesque type show one night last week...

...I sat at a table in front, watching the dancers' take on the various styles of bellydancing...

...and their Middle Eastern approaches to Indian and traditional African dance and even the Charleston...

... and thinking "I should be up there."

I couldn't help myself. I mean, I've spent time in Morocco and Tunisia. I took Bollywood dancing classes for years. I can shimmy with the best of them. And Lord knows I have the belly for it.

But sometimes you just have to watch. You have to watch...and wait for your turn.

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