The smell .... the smell of the theater evacuation .. of empty seats, the curtain of wood. I like to get into the theater long before the show starts. I need to hear those smells .. to walk on stage, look at the scene .. not think of anything .. and then turn to the dressing rooms .. lean on the walls .. sit on the stairs leading to the stage, the chairs of the front row .. In short I need some way of becoming one with what surrounds me ..... to assimilate the environment. To create a symbiosis .. It always happens.
Although I am not alone in those moments I completely alien. Then, as you spend minutes, I notice the presence of others .. and begins another kind of rite .. communion, sharing, communicating these emotions. Sometimes just a glance to share all the emotions and feelings that gives rise to what is happening in those who are involved in this spell. And unexpected things can happen in those moments .... You can read the soul of the people around you .. undress at times, nudity at the mercy of the most beautiful feelings. Soon you'll be someone else .. is like the outline of a snake .. you're going to change skin .. the breath that comes to you from the toes .. feel every particle of oxygen penetrating into your body, between the limbs that are no longer part of you but you're going to become of him. Feel the character to take possession of your body .. gives you his thoughts and you are your gifts, you talk to him, he confided your deepest secrets .. and he does the same .. In a few minutes un'interruttore appear through which you can return and be himself and with one gesture, a single click, soon to be the one to whom you give life ... one to whom the author has designed the case, described the character ... and you're ready to make it real ... to give voice .. he who for two hours will make his soul. The one that I hope will give him the power to communicate their emotions, to make participant who is sitting on those chairs .. the same seats that have occupied the first few minutes in order to assimilate the smell ..
Here we .. you hear the buzz of the audience .. the excitement grows .. can not wait that those eyes are resting on you, capture the attention of the soul, the emotions ..
Half Hall .. is the time for superstitions .. Guys .. let's get inside .. 1 2 3 SHIT SHIT SHIT!
The magic begins ..
Peppe Carosella
