The reason I remember this so vividly is because there was a controversy–an argument over the creative direction of the show between me and my director. Once I became Queen, and Rumplestiltskin returned to take my first born child (in exchange for the ability to spin straw into gold) I was supposed to cry. And I would not cry. I told the director I would not cry.
Writer. Musician. Wife. Mom. Activist. Traveler. Educator. Actor. Outdoorsperson. Braggart.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
My First Role
I have a piece up on the Schn00dles blog.
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