Omar Calvillo
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maximum effort.
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The Final Monologue
Memorizing lines has always come naturally to me. All that I require is a night behind closed doors and a script with my character’s lines. One study of their traits and words sends me into the island of their mind and I become them, the words written by the playwright become my own and I am a newly born persona conceived from a writer’s mind. That is how simple and natural acting is to me. In the most literal sense, I become someone new. Please, do forgive me if I sound too haughty or prideful, I do not mean to boast. But you must understand that my life is devoted to the art of drama, and it is something that is as much a part of me as my gray, diminished hair or the wrinkles and folds in my skin. I could act humble and even embarrassed of my abilities, and perhaps on a regular night I would. But tonight is different. Tonight I am leaving the acting skills in the chest at the bottom of my closet, along with my used scripts and old costumes. Tonight I am completely and utterly bare of any illusion, in front of you all.
By Omar Calvillo6 years ago in Horror