How is a dream born? For me, it happened the day I saw a member of the choir at my daddy\u2019s church recite \u201cThe Creation\u201d by the Harlem Renaissance poet James Weldon Johnson. She did more than speak the words; she brought them to life.<\/p>\n
When she said God Almighty \u201cflung the stars to the most far corner of the night,\u201d it was as if it were happening right before my eyes. And I was struck with a longing to be onstage myself, transporting an audience to a world beyond the everyday.<\/p>\n
I was only a girl of 10 then, but the dream stayed with me through my growing up in Kansas City, through college, then my years of teaching high school English. The value of a good, secure profession had been instilled in me.<\/p>\n
I was the first in our family and our church to go to college. Mama had worked 12 hours a day, every day except Sunday, saving for me to go to the University of Kansas. I acted in church plays, school plays and community theater, but I figured it was something I would do on the side, not make a living at.<\/p>\n
Then one night I got a call out of the blue. It was a producer I knew from doing local plays. He\u2019d moved away and I hadn\u2019t expected to hear from him again.<\/p>\n
Yet here he was offering me a role in a major production by an up-and-coming director, a musical version of Truman Capote\u2019s novel The Grass Harp<\/em>. Rehearsals would start in two weeks in Providence, Rhode Island.<\/p>\n Even though every fiber of my being wanted to shout, \u201cYes!\u201d I asked the producer to give me a day to think about it. I called Mama right away and told her. \u201cThe show runs October through May,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019d get a union contract with Actor\u2019s Equity and a weekly salary.\u201d<\/p>\n Mama said, \u201cI know you ain\u2019t gonna quit your good <\/em>job.\u201d But that\u2019s exactly what I did. I resigned my teaching position, gave up my apartment, sold my furniture, left my car with my sister and moved to Providence. This was my dream calling me and I wasn\u2019t about to turn a deaf ear.<\/p>\n Mama thought I was having a nervous breakdown, but I knew this role was an answered prayer. It was everything I\u2019d hoped for, working with and learning from seasoned actors, being steeped in theater morning, noon and night.<\/p>\n I knew I could never go back to just acting on the side. This was my new life.<\/p>\n The Grass Harp <\/em>was a rousing success during previews at the Trinity Square Repertory Theater. There was talk that the show would move to Broadway. The morning of opening night the cast had an early call, which we all grumbled about.<\/p>\n Adrian Hall, the director, entered briskly and asked us to take out our scripts. \u201cI have a few cuts to make before we open tonight. Then we\u2019ll have a brief run-through to tighten up those scenes.\u201d He scooted his stool closer to us.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, on page twenty-five, where Ginger enters, cut to her exit at the bottom of twenty-seven. Now skip to the top of page forty-one and cut to the middle of forty-eight.\u201d Ginger was my character. He\u2019s cutting a lot of my lines, <\/em>I thought. \u201cLast cut. All of scene two in the last act.\u201d<\/p>\n That\u2019s my big scene! <\/em>I raised my hand. It was ignored.<\/p>\n \u201cAfter the run-through, go home and get some rest,\u201d the director continued. \u201cWe have to wow them tonight.\u201d He left the stage. I got up to go after him.<\/p>\n The stage manager grabbed my arm. \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have to speak to Adrian. I don\u2019t think he realizes he cut all <\/em>of my lines.\u201d He said quietly, \u201cThe play was running too long, so Adrian decided to cut your part.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cBut we\u2019re opening tonight!\u201d I felt faint. I could hardly catch my breath.<\/p>\n The stage manager put his arm around my shoulders. \u201cHoney, this happens all the time in the theater. It\u2019s not personal. Now, if you\u2019ll excuse me, I really do have to start the run-through.\u201d I ran to Adrian\u2019s office. He was gone.<\/p>\n I\u2019m going to the theater tonight, <\/em>I thought defiantly. I wore the new outfit I\u2019d bought for the opening night party. I sat in the audience reading my bio and staring at my picture in the playbill.<\/p>\n I slipped out of the theater during the curtain call. I walked aimlessly, my head down so no one would see me crying. Is this how a dream dies? <\/em>I asked. Oh, God, what am I to do?<\/em><\/p>\n A few days later, I went to the theater to pick up what I thought would be my last check. I found out that my contract would be honored. I would continue to be paid even though I was not performing.<\/p>\n I decided to stay in Providence until the contract ended, in May. I needed something to fill my days. I didn\u2019t know anyone in town except the other actors, so I joined Ebenezer Baptist Church, a small church with a dynamic pastor and a beautiful first lady. I enjoyed many Sunday dinners at their home.<\/p>\n I got a job as a substitute teacher. After school, not wanting to spend evenings alone, I went to the Providence Public Library. I became friends with one of the librarians.<\/p>\n I told her my story and that I wanted to read as much as I could on black history and black literature, as so little of it was taught in school. She suggested some books. I fell in love with the poetry of Phillis Wheatley, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Langston Hughes and yes, James Weldon Johnson.<\/p>\n I read everything I could find. I asked my pastor if I could share at church what I had learned about our people. He was delighted. He suggested a Sunday evening in March and asked for a photo for the church bulletin.<\/p>\n A few days later I was walking to the school where I was substitute teaching when I saw in a bookstore window a beautifully designed, professionally printed poster with my face beaming from it.<\/p>\n \u201cJoanna Featherstone, renowned actress with Trinity Square Repertory Theater, will premiere her one-woman show of African-American poetry and stories on Sunday, March 21, at 7 P.M., at Ebenezer Baptist Church.\u201d<\/p>\n