Wednesday, April 6, 2011

A Part of it All...

Last summer, lyrics to the songs from the musical [title of show] were running through my head as I worked on my first original, full-length (off-off) Broadway production.

"Our show, however small, will have been part of it all.

Our show was extremely small and terribly simple and probably nauseatingly sweet and sacchrine. Most reviews we got said things like, "The Fringe Festival is usually pretty edgy...but this show isn't." (And I was okay with that and had no desire to write anything that wasn't "me".)

I met some wonderful people through the experience and it also brought-out more wonderful sides of people I already knew who were willing to help me, no matter how crazy I got.

And when you least expect
Opportunity walks through the door
You suddenly connect
With the thing that you forgot
That you were looking for

And there you are
Right in the middle of what you love
With the craziest of company
You're having a kick-ass time
And being who you wanted to be in this world

A few years ago, I was working on a collaboration with a close friend. The friendship and the show sadly came to an end and I saw [title of show] shortly after. I went by myself, sat-off to the side and cried my heart-out. A lot about the show hit very close to home. I emailed Hunter Bell to tell him how much I appreciated the show and about the issues I had with my own writing partner. Because this community is so small, I ran into Hunter in the street not long after and poured my heart-out a little more.

Writers are emotional people.

Yesterday, I had a bit of a frustrating day. In November, I lost my job "in the industry" which meant a lot to me. I felt like a big shot with this job. I felt like I was a small part of it all. I had three job interviews and came from most of them exhausted and confused as to exactly what I was doing or even what I wanted to do.

And then Hunter Bell was sitting near me at the Renaissance Diner.

We had a pleasant interaction and when I walked away, I realized that I ran into Hunter for a reason.

This guy IS a part of it all...not because he was the assistant to a major Broadway producer (which was, I'm not going to lie, an extremely amazing experience which I never would have traded for anything.)

He is a part of it all because he was a writer...and that's what I want to be as well. I want to find my own way. He started-out as a "nobody in New York" and now he's a Tony nominated writer.

Anything is possible when you put your heart onto paper and it ends-up on a stage.

Diana Rissetto

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