Identity

Who are we, really? Everywhere we go, different expectations are placed on us. It's our responsibility to somehow, seamlessly switch from one character to another: daughter, sister, friend, student, singer, actress, Baker's Wife, violinist, girlfriend...and everything else we do, each part expected to be perfect. Sometimes, we just can't keep up with all of our parts, and one of them falls down, lost in the jumble of forgotten hopes and dreams, until we stop for a minute. We bend down, put all of expectations down for a second, find the missing piece, put it back on our shoulders and struggle on. And sometimes, in that jumble of dropped expectations, you find that the one you've been carrying was the wrong one all along. So you drop it, forget it, and pick up the right one. But some, no matter how hard you try, you can't put down and forget about. The weight of society has pushed them onto your shoulders for so long that they've become a part of you. No matter how much you disagree with the part, you can't escape it, because society forces you to act like something you're not, something that can't be right. So to escape, you run up onstage, where you're required to be someone you're not. It doesn't seem like it, but it's an escape because you're forced to be something that could be right.