Mel was the greatest and most inspirational acting teacher. He helped me discover things in my performance that changed everything. Things like being rather than acting; the character is me living through her situation, and conversational reality. I loved him so dearly; he was so brilliant. And now he is gone. I knew it would happen, but I kept avoiding contacting him. I don’t know why. It was like I was afraid of the parting. I wish I had contacted him to talk to him one more time; that would have been wonderful.
Mel told me I should write. He said, “You’re too bright not to write.” I seem to remember J Ranelli, chairman of the theatre department at URI, also told me I should write. He was commenting on a little monologue I had written for this play we were sort of putting together in class. He was praising the monologue I had written, and was suggesting that I should write more. So I think I will.
I haven’t done any writing since. I’m still groaning over Mel’s demise. I can’t get the courage to call his number and speak to Joni.
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