Part of my role in preparing for an upcoming youth conference is being part of the drama team that will present a few pieces of varying length to the delegates. For the first time since, oh, ever, I'm also going to act as more than background scenery.
Paradoxically enough, I find that acting demands a lot more authenticity from the actor than most people would usually think; on the flipside, I think most of us do plenty of acting in our day-to-day lives.
How many of us dare to let our guards down to the people around us? I think we'd be shocked if we knew the truth about the people we see every day (and ignore for the most part). We have our civilised mini-conversations, we exchange pleasantries, but it stops there.
We were throwing around ideas for those plays, and one of those was to end each play not with a concluding statement, but with a question.
After the emotional upheaval I've been through in the past few weeks and months, my question for anyone (and not necessarily from me) is:
Would you still love me if you knew who I really am?