Dressed up in a button up shirt and ironed pants, with my black suede shoes making firm contact with the carpet steps that led up to the second floor balcony seating. The feeling was very familiar, I felt as I was going out on a date. I didn’t feel the need to impress “her”. Quite the contrary, it felt like this wasn’t the first time I’ve danced with color, music, and a personality so vivid, that even a rainbow would lose its significance in the presence of what my eyes were to feast on. It wasn’t me that was putting on a show, tonight it was all on her, her chance to impress me. My date wasn’t some pretty girl with a great sense of humor and an intellectual mind to give her an even more solid and concrete identity to fall harder for. Instead the great sense of humor was coupled with an intellectual spirit and put on stage where it exploded through a multitude of bursting personalities. I believe an actor is someone that is able to embody a façade and they’re so drawn into that “reality” that others, including the actor themselves forget that the façade is just that, a façade. Watching the play from the second floor balcony, I was able to get a better image of not only what was going on - on stage, but also the reaction of the audience. There was one point in the play that stood out to me. Mr. Bank goes on and makes a very bold statement, along the lines where woman are meant to always be at home and serve as nothing but mere entertainers for their husbands and guests. This part of the script erupted a gasp from the audience including myself that echoed throughout the theatre. I froze for a second thinking about what just happened. How was it that we were so drawn into something that we all knew was an act? How is it possible that something on stage can have an affect on us in a fashion that we lose the ability to discern reality from illusion? I believe the answer is relative and what’s important is that you DO lose yourself in the play, for losing yourself is part of the grand experience. Speaking of the grand experience, I believe the costume designer did an amazing job at aligning the story line with the time that the play was set in. I remember looking down at my clothes and comparing my tighter pants to those of the looser ones of the characters on stage. This pushed me in the direction of really understanding the notion of how the only thing constant in this life is change. We see this notion prove its existence time and time again through out different facets of our life. Here’s something funny that I would like to share. I left the theatre humming the tune for supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, but so did the majority of the audience that escaped reality for two and a half hours by enjoying the play. In all honesty, the only thing that bothered me about the experience was the super cramped seating! The music, acting and everything in between was a grand experience that has propelled me to look more into other productions, o.