Auditioning, they say, is the actor’s real job. Performing is the grand prize, it’s what you get to do when you’re lucky, it’s the crème de la crème, and it may not happen often.
The pride I feel for ‘Miles Ahead’ is immeasurable. It’s big and broad. It reaches all parts of me. My director pushed me, leaned on me, challenged me, relied on me to be better. He raised my game as a producer. But as a champion and a conqueror of my fear and anxiety? That was all me.
While I was performing onstage, an aneurysm ruptured in my brain, and when I woke up from my emergency neurosurgery, I had acquired a neurological condition called “aphasia.” At 27, I’d largely lost my abilities to speak, read, and write.
I get up on stage that night like a horse ready to charge. My heart’s pounding to rectify my trimester of failure. I triumphantly jump onto my two feet with my back to the audience. The band starts playing that swingy beat. My hips sway. The audience is into it. I’m a short cute chick dressed up like Elvis.