The American Dream

As I look back on my week of performing in Washington D.C., I struggle to choose which event was the highlight of the trip. Was it my trip to the ultra hip and super cool International Spy Museum? Was it my reflective visit to the Vietnam War Memorial on Veteran's Day? Perhaps it was my afternoon in vocal rehearsals with Claude-Michel Schonberg, the composer of Miss Saigon? As meaningful as those events were to me, I must say that it was the shortest of events that probably moved me the most. I got my Miss Saigon tour jacket. Yes, that's it. Now, I know that may sound odd, but let me explain. Ever since I became a musical afficionado and actor, it has been my DREAM to own one of these prized possesions- a wool bomber jacket with leather sleaves, a show logo on the back, and my name emblazoned on the front. To own one is like being a member of an elite clique. It's kinda like being a Varsity member in sports, only you recieve your "letter" for hitting solid high notes and doing the perfect double instead of how fast you run or how far you can throw. It was a bit overwhelming to put it on for the first time. And of course, the attention you get wearing it is the best part. What actor wouldn't like that?!? Does this mean I've "made it"? Of course not... but I'll enjoy the warmth and goodness my jacket provides in the meantime.