Real Actors and Acting Real
I’m a pretty good performer. I’ve been doing it since I was young. Whether in church, at school or at work, I figured out my parts. Growing up a pastor’s daughter, I had a “stage” pretty early. While my parents never made me feel I had to act a certain way because of my “pk” (pastor’s kid) status, I knew people watched me. Some pk’s resent this. But I rather enjoyed the attention. I learned how to act in front of the adults. I knew how to dress, how to smile, and how to speak. I was a “good” girl. And it made me feel valuable. I learned to act at school too. When I failed the “coolness” test early, I learned how to hide my pain. I didn’t let them know how the rejection affected me, crying my tears in my private bedroom instead. I was quiet, but I could somehow get up on the stage for a talk or a school play and shine brightly. I may not have been cool, but I was smart. I could achieve. I would prove myself worthwhile – somehow. When I got to high school, I had a chance for a new start....