as i said in my previous post, there is no real focus to this blog, so i have decided to share a story.
you know how sometimes you are trying to describe someone's personality, and sometimes, a certain incident perfectly characterizes them?
i believe this is one of those stories.
first off, i can't imagine if the following person would ever, ever, find this blog. as far as i know, billy now lives somewhere in new york, and last i heard, was creating window displays for the Gap. in any case, if he ever does find this, i hope he takes it as a fond recollection, cuz i'm a big fan.
this incident began in my 4th year directing class. our professor was a much beloved man, who is known for his timid nature and love of musical theatre - and his tendency to start every class by handing out candy. how could you not love this man?? on special occassions, he even distributed full candy bars.
i think this class was sometime near valentine's day, and tim (the prof) had a surplus of candied hearts...you know, the ones that have stupid messages written on them and taste like candied toothpaste.
tim made us pick out one heart each, and went around the class, making us each read out what our heart said. you got all the regulars: 'love you', 'be mine', 'let's kiss', 'you're sexy', 'cutie pie', etc...
then we got to billy, the new yorker. billy always entertained me. he was always impeccably dressed in his diesel accessories and banana republic clothing, yet there was something so downtrodden about him - in a woody allen/wile-e-coyote kind of way. it seemed like a muted trumpet 'wah-wah' noise should follow most of his actions and what he said.
it is also important to note that billy was from jersey, and his voice was reminiscent of a male fran drescher (for those of y'all who remember the tv show 'the nanny').
billy collects his heart, and reads aloud....
oh billy.
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