If you follow me at all you know that I have a passion for theater and do it as often as I can in my spare time. Obviously, with COVID I haven’t been able to do as much as I normally would. Only recently being able to perform outside in May. Since then, my daughter has been able to do an outside show and be a camp choreographer at a mostly outside theater camp where she got to learn what it was like to lead young budding actors by teaching them dance moves. Not as easy as it looks.
My son was the first of us to perform a show inside and on a stage. Taking a spin as Mr. Brooke in the musical, Little Women. (I did not audition for the show as it is a musical. And I, well, do not sing. Or rather, shouldn’t sing. Just ask my kids.)
I was quickly tapped to help these Little Women (and men) get their stage makeup on. It’s a special type of make up that is applied a tad differently than traditional street make up. Having done theater since grade school, I know my way around some basic stage make up so was happy to lend a hand.
For the last two weeks I have been applying base, rosy cheeks, and eye liner to all ages and it has been a delight to be back IN a theater again, even if it’s not to be the one lucky enough to walk the stage and get that rush that only a live audience can provide. (Local peeps can snag tickets from The Belfast Maskers here.)
Many thanks to my son’s father, Jason Bannister, for snapping some good photos from down front. Mine were all blurry from the back.
The only downside is that I need to be at the theater at 3:45 and am there until 10:00 some nights. It’s hard to figure out dinner in times like that, which means eating either not enough and being starving or stopping at the dreaded golden arches (the only thing open at that our in my small town) on the way home because you’re feeling stabby, and then regretting all of your life decisions once you’ve inhaled all the grease.
Perhaps, by tonight, I will wise up and pack something to eat in my down time but for now, I need to go hop on the treadmill to try and make up for the last two nights.
Danielle Bannister, author and regretter of all the food choices.