I hate those deeply carved hollows beneath your eyes. They seem to sneer out at me, in contrast with your steel blue eyes. A violent shade of purple, they taunt me with the physical reminder of how exhausted you truly are.
As I arrive in the morning, you cannot even get off your feet to greet me, but rather beg me silently with those incredibly expressive eyes to sit beside you. I do, and you say hello with a weak smile and a soft "Morning Sweetie". Your face is distant and blank however, and as you lean your head against my shoulder, I can see how desperately you want to give in to the lethargy.
Gently, I place my hand over yours, and as your thumb curls around it (you have enormous hands!) I notice how sluggish your movements are. I try to be chipper in my words, but you simply moan and close your eyes. You apologize, but as I see the complete draining of energy in your face, it becomes superfluous. I lean forward so I have a better view of your face, and the dark curtain of my hair swishes to block out the world. My own voice softens to a soothing tone, hardly more than a whisper as I tell you it'll be alright.
You smile a little, and open your shockingly bright eyes again, gazing into mine. "I know it will," you reply in a low whisper. "I have you here."
I kiss your forehead lovingly, and even though I loath the indolence you exhibit, I know that I will be there for you. Whether it's Shakespeare or a living person draining you, I will be there for you.
Love, Lilah Belle
Showing posts with label Actor Woes. Show all posts
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November 3, 2011
November 1, 2011
Hell Week
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It's opening week of your production, and the countdown is dwindling, with just three more days of rehearsals until you open. They call this week hell week for all you actors in the show, but I'm discovering that it's hell week for all of us.
As the deep violet hollows beneath your eyes exhibit, you really are going through hell this week. With rehearsals running late, you've hardly had time to even breathe, much less communicate with me. It's been nearly three days since you and I even had a decent conversation. And when I do see you, you're a zombie, hardly even able to murmer a hello in your exhausted state. It's a wonder you're still on your feet, much less making any effort to interact with people. But you're trying, and that has to count for something....
And it's only Monday.
Happy hell week, honey. Feel better soon.
Love, Lilah Belle
It's opening week of your production, and the countdown is dwindling, with just three more days of rehearsals until you open. They call this week hell week for all you actors in the show, but I'm discovering that it's hell week for all of us.
As the deep violet hollows beneath your eyes exhibit, you really are going through hell this week. With rehearsals running late, you've hardly had time to even breathe, much less communicate with me. It's been nearly three days since you and I even had a decent conversation. And when I do see you, you're a zombie, hardly even able to murmer a hello in your exhausted state. It's a wonder you're still on your feet, much less making any effort to interact with people. But you're trying, and that has to count for something....
And it's only Monday.
Happy hell week, honey. Feel better soon.
Love, Lilah Belle
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