How do you tell a great actress
she’s got it wrong? After all, she was
knocking it out of the park when I was
still in school, beautiful and brash yet
innocent in her youth, sharp and
subtle in maturity and always
on time, off book, a perfect pro.
Nevertheless, today she was skating, and on
my thin ice, since no one would blame her for an
off day, but I was supposed to be
directing her.
“Are you sure, Steve?” she would ask after each
gentle nudge, as I felt like a tug
towing the Queen Mary out of an
extremely tight dock until suddenly she
grasped exactly what I wanted and,
under her own power, left safe harbour
out onto the fathomless
ocean of her art.
© Steve Finn