Yesterday was our fourth annual Listen To Your Mother DC show, this year at National Geographic’s Grovesnor Auditorium and it was GLORIOUS.
One day a year I get to be ME. Pure, unabashed, not worrying if anyone has had a snack or needs a cuddle( …although I do care that my cast gets hugs and nibbles! No one wants a hungry cast!) You understand, I get to be me, on the stage, my home. And all I try to do it NOT be a humongous stage hog. I’m teasing of course although if I could get 300 people to sit and listen to me on stage for 90 minutes I surely would, but LTYM gives me the opportunity to be ME, and even better help allow my cast to be themselves, and share their stories. My job, and I take it very seriously despite my walking into the dressing room and greeting them “What’s up Aca-Bitches!” is to provide a safe and thrilling place for them to share.
And man, did they.
Once again I am in awe of the writing and storytelling ability of our area. We are an embarrassment of riches. Every year we could cast the show three times over. This year all of the shows were limited to 13 cast members. 13. Kate set a cap on the number of auditioners because we simply couldn’t see 75 people! It’s heartbreaking and exhilarating to know so many people want to join us on stage, want to speak their truth…maybe YOUR truth.
It is always hard for me to write about LTYM while it’s happening. I know I should. It’s a huge part of my life. I have no Christmas sadness because January means it’s LTYM prep time! February means auditions! March and April rehearsals and May….SHOWTIME!
Now, now it’s over and I have a happiness hangover like you won’t believe. I’m reliving all the moments. The moment Shunnell made them weep with laughter. When Jennifer sucker punched the audience with an emotional twist. When Sonya bared her soul. When Susan taught us what giving and and healing look like. When Brent chooses love and selflessness over well placed disdain. When Ashley A. turns childhood fears on their ear and kicks terror’s ass. When Lindsay’s childhood imaginings are proven true. When Tricia stops pulling and the babbles flow. When Joan ROARS and the world became a better place. When Caron shows us humor and remembrance through food. When Ashley F. left us wiping tears from laughing so hard and caught us sneakily itching our scalps. When Kate moved us to tears telling us sometimes those who appear weak are actually stronger than us all.
And selfishly, when I told my tale and accepted my new level zero of cool.
I wish I could do it again. But LTYM is lightning in a bottle. You can only capture each strike once a year. I’m mourning this years show and already dreaming of next year.
In the words of one of our readers ” bring it.”
I already miss their faces. (photo by then again photography)