He's noticeably opened up over our time together, much to my delight, showing me different shades of his character. Yet, against the odds and despite the self-doubt, here were are, backstage, me getting my makeup done while Zhu laoshi (teacher) watches over me like a hawk, telling me to take it easy and not overthink it. A master-apprentice relationship is sacred and I was blessed with five selfless teachers, even though I'm forever Team Zhu Lingyu, the trainer who shaped my inner performer in his image. It surely felt like a mission impossible.īut there's something to be said about tenacity. Having started so late in the game, with no theatrical background or athletic ability, the cards were stacked against me. Peking Opera is not meant for everyone and I certainly wasn't cut for it. Walking away had always been on the table and I'd be lying if I pretended I didn't consider it a couple of times, when dark clouds hung over my head and hope was nowhere to be found. I can't say I've dreamed of this moment before because I wasn't always sure I'd make it this far. Today marks my 100th day exploring the wonderful but wearying theatrical art of Peking Opera, and when the sun sets, the curtains will rise for my debut as a Wusheng (male warrior) in front of a live crowd.
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