I Am a Man of Action.
After his first script read-through, Shane got into the car.
“Can I tell you about the play?” he asked breathlessly.
“Absolutely!” I said. “I’ve been waiting!”
“We read through the entire play and I don’t have any lines,” he said. “But I have a lot to do. I am a man of action.”
“Really!” I said. “What kind of action?”
“Well you know that guy, Brannigan, the police officer?”
“Yes,” I said. Shane read for the Brannigan part last week.
“One of my jobs is to, like, mimic him in everything he does. And I’m going to do a lot of different stuff, and I have to be really funny without saying any words at all!”
“That’s exciting!” I said.
And it is. Shane went on and on and on, during the entire trip home. He talked about all the comic elements in the play that had been added for extra fun. I was not only relieved, but actually getting excited about seeing the play.
As we pulled into the garage Shane said, “So I’m feeling a lot better about the play. I think it’s going to be a blast.”
That was just what I wanted to hear.
It was so exciting, in fact, that I drove all the way home, enjoying the conversation – and totally forgot that I was supposed to pick up Dylan at play practice, too.