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Katrina PerkinsToday, I am focusing on consciously improving a lite New York accent. Listening to a CD from Sam French respected dialect coach, David Allan Stern, I can feel the genuine brawl beginning to shape itself in my mouth, specifically in front of the lower lip, once more. In rehearsals a few weeks ago, I kinda threw the accent out there playfully, to try it on for one of the segments in a play we have already successfully performed twice.  This was one of those happenstance moments with the other actresses went with the moment and threw it right back at me and the director loved it!  The PLAY of rehearsals, the discovery of a new moment, action, or accent thrills!

In this play it is especially important to make distinct choices, because four actresses are representing 25 Veteran soldiers.  (We each voice at least six women with only our physical instrument to make them clearly unique.)  To make it easier on the audience to differentiate and remember every time I open my mouth I may not be the same voice/person I spoke from previously, I found it helpful from the beginning to give one character a Southern accent. The dialogue almost required it, though the author did not state it: she calls her granddaddy Popop.  It is always important to make choices specific, and even more so without costume changes to make a character change clear.  I am also working ways to create individual posture, and have named several segments: Maria, Jordan, Priscilla, Tori, Abra, etc.

As we continue to rehearse I become more excited for the Planet Connections Festival.  After attending a gala last night which commenced the opening, I understand the backbone of this event is one of preventing censorship- in all it’s forms.  “In Our Own Voice”, certainly says truths I never fathomed the depths of until experiencing these brave women’s words.  War is a mean variant of life I avoid wrapping my head around- I feel so cowardly and helpless.  I once believed I was doing a kindness by thanking Veterans for their service to protect my freedom.  This scratch-the-surface-understanding has since deepened.

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While it is nice to work on eyeballs, as an opthalmic technician, Katrina PerkinsI am regularly reminded by octogenarians how the “golden years” are not worth it.  The ‘convenience’ of working at the MD office affords me the ability to pay for my car, while the remainder of my bills- I manage to pay for all through the beauty and blessing of acting.  I am proud my professional network and social sites continue to grow, and most importantly my circle of work continues to pull in women writers creating strong female characters.  It is curious to me how I wished and yearned to work with empowered women, both in play and in a working relationship, and the Universal energy that is always spinning in our best interest brought them to me, or me to them.

‘In Our Own Voice’ is a play about women veterans and their personal experience throughout enlistment, deployment, and eventually coming home.  The relationships between leaders, teammates, family and civilians- we may have an idea, but this play was drawn out of actual group therapy sessions and individual interviews with women veterans.  I have learned a great deal, the tough facade I place upon military personnel is only a part of them- everyone still has feelings, even when they have been taught and practiced not to for the sake of safety.  The single biggest honor of my acting career thus far was performing this piece last year at the Veterans Association in front of a crowd of brave humans.

Since that date, we have brought the show to a library, where it was equally well received.  The end of this month, into the beginning of July, including a performance ON my Dad’s birthday, will bring us to a festival in Manhattan.  MY FIRST MANHATTAN PERFORMANCE! Rehearsing this play again with my adoptive ‘sisters’ is a wonderful joy, full of energy.  My Dad was a Marine Drill Instructor and I am privileged to have him always in my heart, most especially during this exciting time.  The gift that keeps on giving, and a new monologue has even grown out it for this newest rendition.  Lucky me!!

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