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  • He was so vulnerable up there, in front of everyone, standing with his hands at his side, trembling a little. I saw his bottom lip quiver. This was a grown man in his late thirties, and it seemed to take every ounce of courage in his being to take center, open his mouth, and sing. He got to the part in the song where the father looks at his sleeping son and tells him for the first time aloud, “I love you, son,” and you just felt like he was going to break down in front of you. Sometimes they do break down in front of you. Sometimes the nerves and the emotions and the lyrics mix, and you can’t tell the actor from the person. And it just breaks my fucking heart. I want to turn to the Broadway directors and casting agents who are busy ordering lunch on their iPhones and say, “Did you just see that act of bravery?! Do you know how hard it was for that shy girl to stand in front of you and pour out her soul to you in sixteen bars?” I admit I would probably make a terrible director. But I feel like I’m a pretty damn good audition accompanist because, at my core, I believe everyone has something beautiful to share with the world, and it’s my job to support them in trying.
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