While I was waiting in line to grab a coffee before my meeting with Kate, I ran into Pier. I don’t think he and I have properly spoken in a long time. Maybe even years. Sure, we’re friends on Facebook. I stay up to date with his company’s work, but it’s been a while since we… talked.
This is strange in some ways. He hired me for my first major professional acting gig. I stage managed and assistant directed on a beautiful Brecht piece he worked on. DD5 and I saw him perform at her school. He was a witness at my first wedding ceremony and sang at my second. (Same guy. Long story. Don’t ask.)
I’ve always been in awe of him. I hesitate to call myself an artist, but wouldn’t for a second hesitate to give him that moniker. I greatly admire his passion for children’s theatre and his organic creative process. All of this admiration can be scary though too. One day, I watched him in rehearsal release an actress’ voice so much that she was sobbing by the end. I was afraid I’d be next!
Pier has a way of bringing out vulnerability in people. Getting to the core of what they didn’t know they were capable of. Thankfully that often translates to depth and truthfulness on stage… and not just tears in the rehearsal room.
Our brief chat while I waited for my coffee was typical Pier. A bit of a whirlwind. Charming. Slightly self-deprecating. Always creating. He said he was at the cusp of something new in his life, and that he’d really like to reconnect properly. He said something along the lines of he thought it would “do him some good.”
I think it would do me some good too.