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It’s a wonderful feeling, when you realize that you enjoy your vocation enough to make it a hobby as well. This is the story of my first experience with that warm glowy sensation. This is the story of The Bear.
The Bear happened the summer after I had just returned from the London Dramatic Academy, the program where I’d studied acting the previous spring. I had learned so much and wanted to try out my newfound skills; I was itching for some acting. Fortunately for me, my friend Liv from high school had a similar craving. Early in the summer, we resolved that before we went back to school we would put on a play. It was a few weeks before we got any traction on it. When we finally got moving, the first thing we did was pick our show. Liv got in contact with a director friend in Canada and, on his recommendation, we landed on Chekhov’s The Bear. It was perfect—there was love and loathing and scandal and a duel, manageable in a summer but with enough substance to make it engaging. Through the power of our irresistible charm, we managed to get Mrs. Flara, our old high school director, on board. Now all we needed was a space. The following is a rough transcript of our decision process:
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