Just had a dream that I was pitching ideas to the Hollywood fat cats. They were lapping it up! As I was pitching, some were jealous astounded at my seemingly meteoric rise, while others were clambering to work with me! I like waking up after dreams like that!!!
After a year of hiding behind my full on facial hair. I've decided it's time for a change. So, with the new year you get a new face!
When I first started my acting career I started it with facial hair. For three years my beard served me well. I got part after part, job after job. I was living away from home, supporting myself, and loving life. With the beard I was my own man. I was confident with where I was and where I was going. For the first time in my life I felt like a man and not a boy.
Then a director approached me with a job. I was excited about the job! It was creative and different than anything I had ever done up to that point. On the first day of rehearsal the director informed me that I must shave my beard for the role. With trepidation I went home to shave the beard. I was nervous to shave. All that I had achieved up until that point in my life I had somehow attributed it to the beard. It had been three years straight that I had kept my beard in one form or the other. With the clippers in hand I began to shave away the man who I thought I was. As I finished I looked at myself in the mirror . . . I looked like a child. Gone was he manly face that I had grown accustomed to seeing. I began to feel all my childish insecurities flood back. The memories of being teased and bullied swept over my mind. All I could see in the mirror was the child that I thought I had left behind. That kid was weak, untalented, and shy. Needless to say I didn't sleep well that night as I looked to the next days rehearsal with dread. I was going to be found out as the talentless boy that I was. Just as Samson's hair held his strength I felt that my beard held all my talent.
The next morning I walked into rehearsal with not much hope that it was going to go well. We began to work. With the help of the director, I slowly began to realize that I was still the same person with or without the beard. As we continued with rehearsals I began to have fun and let my childish inhibitions go. Together we created a piece of art that I performed seasonally for nine years. I will always remember fondly the time when, with the help of a brilliant director, I discovered that talent is internal and not external.
2012 held many uncertainties for me. Leaving a multimillion dollar show on the Las Vegas strip and moving to Los Angeles to chase after a dream was a huge scary leap for me. Which is why I probably subconsciously decided to grow my beard. Now is the time to step out from behind my comfort mask and let the world see who I really am.
New Year . . . New Face!
Here's a picture album of the makeover!