Tonight I had rehearsal for a skit being performed this weekend at church. It's my first time with the drama group here and because I'm dealing with a nasty cold, I'm glad that I don't have a speaking part. The concept of the skit revolves around a dinner table and inviting those "less desirable" people to your table. And by "less desirable" you can fill in the blank with anyone who would make you feel uncomfortable or that you have issue with. The skit is actually pretty decent and I think it will go well. But do you want to know who I portray? Now brace yourself. . . .I play a black person! Can you believe it? I mean, this might be quite a stretch for me being as though I've only had 28 years of practice. I joked around with a friend tonight about how I am the last person to come on stage and wondering if this was some weird resurrection of blacks sitting at the back of the bus. Being apart of this skit just tickles me inside. Tomorrow I get the script for my next endeavor. I have lines the next time around. Hopefully it will not be a part given to me just on the color of my skin. Though in a predominately white church, it's bound to happen.
