I'm going to go on stage. Just a few minutes. Missing more seconds than minutes. Now, what's done is done: the party did not know. Or rather, I do not remember my lines. And this is simply dramatic. I know many writers in my life. Above all they were, however, actors, or painters with a strong commitment to the theater. We live in strange time, and it happens every day to hear me pronounce words right from the mouths of those who never would have expected me, and vice versa. From these characters I think I learned something, as natural, can not be transmitted to others in turn, beginning with the real actors in a lesser degree were present in my experience, and were themselves writers. The real experience is not communicated, for that matter, as it continues to be true that knowledge is not a solitary figure. I'll
Romeo in Romeo and Juliet of Shakespeare, I know for sure but I will instead play the father in Six Characters in Search of an Author by Pirandello awareness distressing, however, that it will be this evening own play. At first I had decided not to accept this proposal, and only a few days ago I went back on my decision but I have not had time to study the part. I'll have to improvise. I can whip up a conference on the work that is going to go on stage, or a lesson, even at the end I do every day, using the repertoire of many years but I am a writer and not an actor so I have to ignore the profound certainty lines. But not because I do not know I'm not a professional actor but as I have not memorized the text I am going to play. And after picking up fast these ideas that I will conclude this evening Romeo own play, and that scares me.
I accompanied my friends, I trust them to be in the ball, I complain but, accustomed to my excesses, I do not believe. However, I did not help: I \u200b\u200bhave to get by me.
Then I go to the desperate search text this evening own play, wondering how I'll make you fall in the character of Romeo.
Somehow I will.
He thought the author, who adapted the work, I tell myself. And so much so: if I have the script at least say something, will not be the complete scene changes.
But, again, give me and I say, "Shit! I could not learn something? How could I be so presumptuous, so crazy? "
... Who's with me urges me not to worry, because the other players" take me ": will think them. But where, I reply, where, where? Where it takes me, and how, if I do not know how to start? To beat any one know what I mean, I suggest someone, even if you do not know that the text will come out because I improvise. And together we regret that no more than once the prompters. Perfect!
I'm going to arm.
I am more than convinced.
By its nature.
on this no doubt.
I go up and down the theater and look for the text. Everywhere. I ask anyone to meet. In the end I find: hidden on a small table in the foyer and then I consider myself lucky too: it is a mini-script, smaller than a checkbook, you can keep it hidden in his hands, it will be impossible to cheat.
I will be a Romeo with downcast eyes, humble, thoughtful a Romeo who speaks very slowly. I note with relief that Romeo has very few jokes. The author, rifacitore did a good job.
must now decide just how to justify the presence of the script for this evening own play into the hands of Romeo, in my hands when I go on stage. Romeo today would be any, from the gallery. But we need to stage a gimmick to justify the following fact that is incontrovertible: fact, sometimes I'll have to peek at the script, if you do not even read it. But there is no time even to solve the latter problem: all of a sudden they're calling me, touch me! He just talked to Dr. HINKFUSS, some in the room have shouted: "The name! The name! " is precisely this evening own play, it's my turn now ...
later.
The audience greets me with applause, which, unlike the other times, all taken from my anxieties I did not expect, but I did not think more is always the same magic moment priceless though now it makes me feel guilty. But at the same time, I confess, the applause that thunders gives me courage and now I can not keep them waiting, waved his hand in thanks which has the effect of causing the silence and with downcast eyes I read the first line of Romeo from the checkbook, then I look up superbly to the audience, to the emptiness, the silence that listens only to this that says to Romeo ' beginning of the fourth scene of Act I, and I say
"So, you do this you enter without speech or apologize?"
Sandro De Fazi
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