|me (Emma)/Megan (Harriet)|
Getting into costume. I button up, tuck the lace, make sure my hair is still intact.
We laugh in the girls' dressing room, as we help each other into our period dresses.
|me and Adam (Mr. Elton)|
Last minute producer notes.
Green room talk.
A quick prayer.
|Megan (Harriet)/Ruthie (Mrs. Elton)|
I think back to how I expected this moment to feel. It is different.
"No," I answer.
|Ian (Mr. Knightley)|
I have nerves, but I am not nervous. I consider it--think that maybe I should be.
But no. I know this. We've got this.
One feeling prevails: excitement.
I am so pumped.
I am ready.
|Harriet and her four prospective men|
That's Friday the 13th for you.
Getting home the previous night after our last rehearsal--ever--had been rough.
Actually, the whole night had been rough.
I am glad they say that bad dress rehearsals make good performances.
|unhappy lil Emma|
I recall my one most troublesome line, but I know I have it now. My little sister helped me with that.
"Don't be nervous," we whisper to each other. "You'll be amazing."
|me and Megan|
I'm so excited.
The door opens.
The waiting is over.
|me and Megan (Harriet) with Catherine (Miss Bates)|
The familiar music fills the air. The room is dark and hushed except for the occasional whisper.
I lift the curtain and duck behind it, then settle into my spot on stage.
I know how it will feel in just a matter of seconds now.
The first time the lights hit my face is the hardest for me--I want to break into a grin.
|me getting a scolding from Ian (Mr. Knightley)|
Moment of concentration.
This is it.
The music changes.
The curtain shifts, sways, and lifts.
The lights go up.
And suddenly, I am no longer Jenn.
I am Emma.
|me (Emma)/Megan (Harriet)--quite possibly my favorite scene|