I was enjoying a theatre production with one of my good friends. During intermission, we joined other excited theatre-goers eager to stretch their legs yet excited to finish the rest of the show. It was an exciting night. Directors, writers, actors, and singers from the elite black theatre scene in Chicago unexpectedly ran into each other and the instagramming began. We wanted to remember that night. We shared our previous successes, congratulated one another, networked, and spoke of future projects. That night we felt alive, talented, beautiful, and bright. I felt alive talented beautiful and bright.
“Ok now take a picture with my phone…”
“Oh oh let’s take a picture with my phone…”
And then the verdict came in.
Ever since then I’ve felt defeated, hurt, stained, and dim. Then I got…
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