The Oscars were on and dad expected me to be in bed. It was 1985. I sat in the dark, the light and volume turned down to almost black and silent, and my ear pressed to the television speaker. I didn’t get caught.
Acting never appealed to me, but storytelling was something else again. I love that feeling in my stomach and chest watching a good story. I’d go home wanting to keep that feeling. I’d like to create that feeling for someone else.
When you watch a good story, where do you feel it?