What is like to be scared and take the stage anyway? A guest post by Jodi Fur

by stephanies on January 31, 2014

Kate and I are gearing up for our first round of auditions tomorrow, I can’t believe they’re already here and I know I speak for Kate when I say we are both so excited to hear what you all bring to the table tomorrow! 
Today I have a guest post for you from Jodi, writer of Jodifur and 2013 DC cast member. She auditioned the first year and wasn’t chosen, but thankfully she perservered. I heard from so many people that Jodi’s piece really resonated with them, and is a testament to the fact that sometimes simple can be showstopping too. This piece first appeared on her site following the show and she has agreed to share it here. 

Michael said to me last week “Mom, you aren’t afraid of ANYTHING.”  And I said “Michael, you have NO IDEA.  I’m scared of lots of things  Next week, I have to stand on a stage in front of 300 people and read something I wrote.  And hope they don’t hate it.  I’m not just scared of that.  I’m terrified.”

“Wow, I’m scared for you.”

“Thanks, that helps.”

I spent all last week in a constant state of terror, stress reading my piece, and thinking about how much I didn’t want to suck.  And then Sunday came, I went and got a blow out at DryBar, grabbed coffee, probably way too much coffee, and off I went.  The cast, sans the lone man, got dressed together, picking out outfits and shoes, and laughed.  We helped each other do our makeup.  It was fun, and reminded me of college.

I forgot the nerves.  I wasn’t even nervous.

And then it was the read through before the show, and the terror returned.  The lovely Lara said to me after my turn, “your shaking.  Stop shaking.”

We did a shot of vodka together backstage.  That, was the best decision I made.  I will forever be grateful to her for bringing the vodka.

It felt a little like taking the Bar again (minus the vodka), and I just wanted it to be over.  Lara and I entered the stage holding hands.  We were both wearing very high heels, and we worried about falling down the very steep steps.

When it was my turn, I took a very deep breath and remembered what you all had been telling me all week.  To just tell my story.  Somehow in the dark lights I found my husband, and my best friend in the audience.  I saw Ann sitting in the front row.  I was all of a sudden, no longer nervous.  I just, simply, told my story.  Like we were sitting at a bar, or in my house.

It no longer matter if I sucked, if everyone else was better.  Because my story is my story.  I was there for a reason.

Eleanor Roosevelt once said you should “do one thing every day that scares you.”  And I did.  And I am better for it.

Listen To Your Mother absolutely 100% changed my life for the better.  I met amazing people, writers with amazing stories.  I stood on a stage and told my truth, my story, because my story mattered.

Thank you for seeing me through this.


If you missed her piece, check it out!

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