Last night our theater practice was pretty uneventful until my fellow thespians decided to braid my hair for my “witchy” character. The idea seemed simple enough, and everyone was shocked at my response. A vehement “No!” loudly escaped my mouth, and then I had to explain as I surveyed their shocked faces.
“My aunt was a beautician” I began “and every time she saw me, she would run her fingers through my hair and proclaim that I needed a haircut.” I never challenged her because I knew I would get into trouble, but now I have an aversion to ANYONE messing with my hair!
I told the lady thespians that I would psych myself up for the hair braiding since it will improve my character. Thus is the plight of the actor — The Character Comes First!
