Menopause makes us braver!
But did it make me brave enough to try out for a play?
Too chicken to try for parts in high school and college, I’ve been toying with auditioning for Orange Community Players, our local theater group. Then last month, my friend Bernie urged me to try out for their upcoming production of The Dixie Swim Club, a five woman show.
Bernie had no clue I was thinking of acting. I took this as my sign!
I warmed up by using dramatic motions as I gave the children’s sermon one Sunday at church. “You were so theatrical–good job!” Judy said. I fessed up about the tryouts. “I’m not telling many people.I have no idea what my chances are.”
I read the play three times and devoured the acting book.
Lisa, the director, gave me parts of the script to look over. I snapped a photo. If I didn’t get a part at least I could blog about the experience. I was so nervous, I have a hunch I forgot everything I learned in the acting book.
But guess what? This won’t be my last theater post.
I got a part! I’m Jeri Neal McFeeley. As the play opens, Jeri Neal, a former nun, is now pregnant, really pregnant.
Not only do I go into labor on stage, I wear a skimpy dress in another scene, and in another, talk sexy on the phone to my brand new husband. And I’m going to age from my forties to my seventies.
Menopause courage, I beg you, step onto that stage with me.
At least, despite the play’s title, I don’t have to wear a bathing suit.
That would take more courage than this Jeri Neal McFeeley could muster.