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.The Move.
Posted under Le BlogA long time ago, I finally was able to afford getting a car I had this weird affection to: A 1987 Porsche 944
The same weekend I got the car, I found myself driving home on an almost deserted Lake Shore Drive in the wee hours of the morning right as the sun was coming up.
As I was driving I remember noticing how great the lake and the city looked and feeling like a confident giddy little kid that had finally gotten something he was after for a long time.
But that was years ago.
Early this past Saturday morning, I was driving on Lake Shore Drive to meet my sister who was taking me to the airport.
The sun was coming up and LSD was almost deserted. I noticed how great the lake and the city looked and I felt nervous and scared at the fact I was about to embark on a journey to try to accomplish my goals.
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Late last year, I decided that I finally wanted to give moving out to Los Angeles some serious thought –again. (If you’ve read past posts you’d know I almost did it 3 years ago)
Well, I gave it some serious thought but in the end, money stood in the way and there was no way of getting my hands on that kind of money no matter what I came up with. So I sort of let go of that dream and continued being happy doing what I was doing in the city I loved living in.
After a rough year that included the closing of a significant artistic door for me, this year started off great. I started booking some great gigs and before I knew it, if my calculations were right, the minimum amount of money that I thought would be needed for a possible move out west was going to be available by the end of April.
I think fear of the unknown kicked in because although I gave it some thought, I didn’t really give it some REAL thought and almost tried to ignore the situation I might be in.
Then another artistic door closed for me.
I’m a cheesy believer that things happen for a reason, so I took a look at what was happening to me this year and after some long serious thought and calculations, I decided to try to make the move out West.
The first step was letting the place I called home know of my plans.
I met with Charna, owner of The iO Theater, and told her what was going on in my life, and how that led me to believe I should make the move.
Actually acknowledging and saying out loud that I was going to be leaving the place that I held so dear to my heart hit me like a ton of bricks and I got a bit emotional about it.
Charna was sad to see me leave, but she gave me her blessing and helped me plan my future and a good bye tour of sorts.
For the next month I was an emotional wreck. There wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t think of the people I had met, the people that I loved, and the theater that I loved.
If the thought of having a “last show” crept in my head, I had to force myself to think of something else because it was embarrassing getting teary-eyed on the bus.
If this was so hard, then why leave?
Well, so that I never have to wonder “What if”.
I think a lot of people in the community I’m a part of would like to make a living entertaining, and I’m no different. For most of us, the dream is to get plucked out of Chicago. With the right doors open and the proper talent and drive, I believe that is still very possible for lots of people in Chicago.
Unfortunately for me, the extra avenues for this to maybe happen for me someday from Chicago had been re-routed or closed. So I had to make a decision to go after my dreams and goals elsewhere, where the perception or belief is that there are many more doors cracked open for people with my background and training.
So I made a decision to give it a try, but I also promised myself not be ashamed to come back if I didn’t find that the move was benefiting me artistically.
In our world, we’re always told that We are our own business and that We must do what’s best for Our business. I’ve never been good at that self-promoting stuff, but if I was going to make this move, I better start getting good at it and follow the fear.
I spoke to close friends about my plans and to the tee, they were super supportive, encouraging, and helpful.
So the decision was made.
With almost no real advance warning to even myself, I had to go through the process of making moving plans and letting my friends and loved one’s know of my plans and intentions.
I decided that my final show would be a Monday night ‘Armando Diaz Experience’.
This is a show where the cast is driven and inspired mostly by a person’s monologue(s) who is called “Armando” that night.
I already had a crazy fun ‘last night’ with my regular Harold team, so I figured being ‘Armando’ would take the pressure off of performing and would be an easy and calm way to say good bye.
I was happily surprised how many friends and loved one’s came out that night, and of course got a little nervous. For a suggestion, I asked for a question that had nothing to do with what I was wearing or this night in particular.
Someone yelled: “Where am I going?”
Oh, boy.
Rather than let the question (that may been rhetorical ) drive me to talk about where I myself was going, I decided to let it make me think of where and when I have heard that question.
The wonderful cast that night was amazing. They had a great show and the more I watched from backstage, the more I felt that I was going to be able to end the night on a nice simple high note with no personal break downs for me.
From back stage I have a view of Del’s ashes, so before I went out to try to end the show with a nice little tie or knot to the original question, I looked at Del and said ‘Thank You for everything”.
Oops.
I think doing so made me incredibly aware of where I was.
This is the same stage that I started performing on a long, long time ago under Del’s direction.
This was my favorite stage at the theater. The one I felt most comfortable on and the one that made me feel safe.
So as I closed the show, I felt compelled to share a little bit of that, and then everything snowballed out of my mouth.
What this place meant to me…what Del meant to me… what Charna meant to me…what the work meant to me…what my friends meant to me…and the realization that this was the last time I may be performing on this stage, and how much THAT meant to me.
I tried to keep together, but I couldn’t.
Am I embarrassed? No.
I was happy, proud, humble, sad, and grateful all at the same time, but not embarrassed.
The only thing I feel bad about is not properly mentioning or properly saying good bye to those I love, because I missed a lot.
I had an AMAZING time at iO Chicago and I am incredibly grateful for the friends this place allowed me to make.
For months I have been trying to write about this process but the fear of not knowing what was going to happen and the fear of getting emotional writing about this process didn’t allow me to do so.
I am now sitting in a Borders in Los Angeles writing this and stopping every 5 minutes because I’m trying to keep it together.
Leaving Chicago, Holly, my Family, Friends, and iO was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Hopefully it will be worth it and I will be able to come back and make those people proud that I gave this a shot to begin with.
To those I missed saying good bye to: I’m sorry. I hope you know I love you.
To those that showed me support my last week in Chicago: Thank You, I love you.
To those that closed those doors on me: Thank you opening them up in the first place.
To L.A.:
Les Do Dis.
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