The overpaid actor waits outside the studio lot for next week’s TV script. The successful show has earned him a modem of success and the next script could lead him to even bigger projects. “I wonder what my character will do this week?” the actor thinks to himself as he awaits a 12 hour day of rehearsals and taping. He thinks that his character should do this or that, it’s only natural considering the past episodes yet he’s not the writer, others are given that job. “My character said that he loved her so why not pop out the ring?” he thinks to himself. “God,” he quickly thinks to himself, “what if this week the writers decide to kill me off and replace me with a cheaper actor.” (“Do union dues cover this?” he mumbles to himself.)
If we say that God is in charge then that let’s us off of life’s hook. If we say we’re a humanist than we’re pretty much damned to repeat today what happened yesterday.
“Script.” I love that word. Someone else has written words that we need to speak, and we need to mean it. Are the words the rote that we’ve rehearsed and performed for decades or are they new insights that we’ve garnered that we’re able to incorporate into our character; that person who performs each day in front of others.
Acting is a learned skill. Living life is a blessed, learned skill. Invented and reinvented, everyday.