As an early Christmas present, my mom took me to see the Logos Theatre’s performance of Prince Caspian. The last time I stepped into their auditorium was two years ago when I was in a play titled The Lions of Trondheim. So much has changed since then, a time when the Academy of Arts did not have a paved parking lot, painted columns, or cushioned seats.
I had forgotten what it is like to be there. The Logos Theatre has a nostalgic smell that brings back happy memories and a sense of belonging. Ever since my first play there (The Basket of Flowers in 2013), I have felt at home at the Academy of Arts because it is there where I felt the most like my talents were being used for my good and God’s glory. Mom thought it would “bless my socks off” to see Prince Caspian and, although she was right, I was abundantly blessed by merely being in the building.
As the house lights dimmed, videos played, and transitions occurred, I was whisked off to another time when my evenings consisted of the pitter-patter of feet sneaking about backstage, suppressed giggles, and the rush of adrenaline each time I stepped on stage, whether under the heat of the spotlight or the dark of a transition.
The play itself was spectacular. I saw the faces of so many people I have come to love and admire over the years, but hardly any of them recognized me. Racheal Leville was the first of few followed by Ariel Weaver (who had switched roles with Laurel Williams and been stage manager for the evening rather than Susan Pevensie). Zac Johnson, who had been cast as Dr. Cornelius, was one of many who I approached for an autograph since Mom had bought backstage passes.
“Where do you all live?” He asked, handing my Playbill back.
“Around here,” Mom replied.
“Oh, okay. I know you guys came to see The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe so, how did you hear about us?”
“I’ve been in a couple of plays,” I explained. “Three. A Basket of Flowers, Hero, and Lions.” I added hoping that at least he would recognize me and, to my delight, he did.
The short conversation that followed included me saying “I miss this” and him replying “you’ll have to come back.” I will, Zac. Lord willing, I will.
I shook Nicky Chavers hand tonight. I believe the last time I did that was three years ago during Hero when I won the ticket selling contest. He seemed to recognize me. I also met Douglas Gresham, one of C.S. Lewis’ two stepsons. He came from across the ocean to see Prince Caspian and I am honored to have had the privilege of meeting him.
Maybe one day I will be able to get back involved with the Logos Theatre. I really do miss it. The place, the people, all of it. Everything from the stairwell we took to lunch to the floor vents that cooled us off. Maybe one day, Lord willing, I will go back.
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