I feel a tribal instinct having these football players in my play. First things first, I never got along with the healthy and fit tribe. I do not understand their customs or speak their language, thus relating to them is a great challenge.
Masque, the way I see it is a very well woven blanket. Every thread is delicately placed. Some threads prettier and more important and loved than others, but Masque has to be exact. Adding these Freshman and football tribes is like trying to shove balls of yarn into our thread blanket. THERE ARE BALLS IN MY FACE!
Don't get me wrong, these baby faces Freshman boys, and the eye candy tossed to us from the field are much appreciated. The number of male threads left a hole in our blanket (ok, enough with the blanket shit). Interacting with football players almost destroyed this play for me. The assumption that they would stick together and be those jock stereo types which would then force me to cut them was the main thing.
They speak to me. This shocking fact scares me to the point where I have trouble sleeping. These athletes are not just regular guys, they are the one group of people I am truly afraid of. I spend my days either on my comfy stage or thinking about it. My comfort zone was the one place jock strap clad people feared to tread. Suddenly they invaded in large numbers. Here I stood knees shaking looking at the four boys who stepped over the line and into... Musical Theatre!!!
I accepted them. Those football players took their steps slowly, and did not assume high rank on the Masque totem pole like the Freshman tribe. Truth be told the athlete tribe saved Guys and Dolls. I am still fascinated by their rituals as I am sure mine fascinates them. They try, and its a hell of a lot better than most Masque men who assume greatness... you know who you are.
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