I’m sure the topic most trending now on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. is the Oscar’s. It’s either #Oscars2015 or #MerylStreepMarryMe, I’m sure. Or maybe those are just my most recent hashtags.
Though I haven’t seen many of the nominated films this Oscar season, I did tune in, and I am glad that I did.
For starters, I got to stare at Lupita’s pearl-adorned gown and wonder what it would be like to be gifted a dress straight from God Himself.
I got to see John Travolta make an ass of himself again, even if he did take it like a champ.
And I got to see true surprise, honor, and appreciation in Eddie Redmayne’s face as he won Best Actor for “The Theory of Everything,” which I must see.
It was a nice night of television.
But it got me thinking, as it always does, as to what it would be like to be there as a nominee.
Can you imagine? First off, you start with an audition. Then you get a callback. Then you nail the callback, land the role, and begin your prep. Then comes shooting. Then post-production interviews, appearances, etc. Then you get a call one day, perhaps from your agent (not sure how this works), and the person on the other line is telling you that you have been nominated for an Academy Award.
After that comes prayer, I’m sure. And probably a lot of Pepto, because nervous vomiting.
It’s Oscar night. You wake up at the earliest hour, grab your coffee, and begin getting ready. You have someone on hair, makeup, nails, wardrobe, someone hand-feeding you your snack of choice (SPAGHETTI-O’s), while you review the nominee list again, I’m sure, and practice your acceptance speech, given the chance you win.
I honestly can’t even imagine what it would be like.
To be dressed to the nines.
To walk the red carpet.
To speak into that mic and thank everyone who has been with you on your journey that has been grueling and heartbreaking and uplifting and tiring and rewarding and a blessing and to tell them that you love them.
And to thank God for giving you the talent.
And to hold your award in the air and fist pump with it and shout, “I DID IT.”
I wonder what that would be like.
I really want to know what that would be like.
After watching an awards show and seeing all of these actors make it lights a fire within me that I sometimes forget exists.
I want it, though. Not the fame. Not the expensive clothes. Not the paparazzi. But the recognition and the honor of winning an award of that esteem, and the chance to reach millions of people and make an impact on their lives. To entertain. To provide an escape. To nurture.
That’s what I want.
Also, hearing “… and the Academy Award goes to… Kaitlyn McQuin.” wouldn’t be half bad either.
Dream big, but live your dream. Always.
Talk to y’all soon,