There is a catalogue of Yale School of Drama on the shelf in my room and it reminds me everytime when I look at it why I must not give up.
My brother and I spent almost all time masquerading, playing different characters and imitating others when we were younger.
I was in high school when I had "first time" with a real stage and it was magic. I felt like : "This is it. This is where I belong. This is what I want to do all my life."
For the first time there was drama on stage, not in my head.
(I am in love with Salome. Always wanted to be her. No character has that kind of power, that much passion and that many love.)
I was decided to study acting at Academy of Theatre, Film and Television. I was not accepted and I ended up studying French and Italian. It was an awful year, full of depression.
I went to one exam, I failed and went for two months to France. It was the best thing I've ever done.
I am afraid of losing my dreams.
And I didn't feel alive for such a long time.