FRESH
YARN PRESENTS: To
See and be Scene
By
Beth Lapides
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first day of shooting I put on my white outfit. I get up on my platform. When
they get a look at me they notice one problem with my costume. You can see my
fabulous frilly pink bra through the shirt. They rush off to get me something
else and before you can say "I see Paris I see France," I have taken
off my Felina bra and underpants set and put on the kind of utilitarian bra and
underpants that I would wear if I was a Russian immigrant. We
do my shots. I realize immediately that Michael is totally right about the white.
It is austere and monkish and deflects all attention. When you look at me all
you see is me looking at you looking at me. While they're setting up the next
shot, Michael introduces me to 'O Mischa'. We shake hands and I tell him about
the dream. Or I try to. What I actually say is something like "We were dancing
it was so
you were so
" At this point I am crowding Baryshnikov's
space so badly that I cause the world's greatest dancer to fall over backwards. Later,
Michael asks me if I told Mischa about the dream. "Yes," I say shaking
my head sadly, "that was a mistake." I
keep thinking about going over to Baryshnikov to clarify that it wasn't a sex
dream but an art dream, a spiritual dream, all about light and grace and something
beautiful happening in a place where normally I just worry about my car and pray
I don't get raped. For
the rest of the day I sit up on my platform and look out, as Sarah Jessica and
Kristen and Baryshnikov and about thirty extras all look up at me. Looking out
at them. Well that's not totally accurate. Sarah Jessica and Kristen and all the
extras look up at me and Baryshnikov watches Sarah Jessica. I try to reassure
myself that he is just doing the scene, and that our meeting hadn't been so awkward
that he literally could not even look at me. Luckily
I didn't have too much energy to waste on obsessing because, according to my character's
mission statement, which Charlotte reads aloud in the scene, "I hope to change
the energy of the room, and by changing the energy of the room change the energy
of the world." And that takes a lot of energy. I really look at the people
in the room who are really looking up at me. And I don't know what they saw, but
I saw hope, confusion, fear, lust, envy, open heartedness and one really bad case
of overacting. I tried to help everyone to convert all this energy into love energy.
Why not? I was there anyway. But it was really exhausting. A
few days later, we shoot my second scene. I am wearing the black outfit. If the
white was austere. This is severe. Now I am a severe silent seer. We're waiting
in the gallery, at the video village for the set up and John Melfi, one of the
other executive producers, runs in. "Michael,
Beth, come out here," he motions frantically. I'm confused because it seems
like an urgent production issue and how could they need me. Me? Yes! Come out
here! And
Michael and I go outside and Melfi points up and there is a rainbow. And we stand
amid the gaffers, the grips, and the grime of 28th and 10th, and look up over
the overpass, at the rainbow. It's so beautiful. The perfect accessory to any
outfit, even polyester drawstring pants. Then
we shoot my second scene. No extras. Just me and Sarah Jessica and Baryshnikov.
And this time Baryshnikov really looks at me. And I'm looking back at him and
his energy and he is looking at me and, I guess, my energy. In a way, a very different
way than I ever imagined, an intense and confrontational way, I am dancing with
Baryshnikov. And it seems like the rainbow was an omen and dreams really do come
true. Then
at the end of the day, Michael tells me that when I was doing my shots, Mischa
jumped up from the video village to go see me do my shots live. I told Michael
he was lying. He assured me he was not. Then
I was done. When I said good-bye to Baryshnikov he was all smiles and it made
me think that Michael wasn't lying and that Baryshnikov had seen something in
me. And so I apologized for perving all over him and he seemed confused and I
tried to explain, "You know the dream?" Then
there was an awkward physical interaction where I believe I may have stepped on
Baryshnikov's toes. I
didn't bother trying to keep my costume but I did take the utilitarian underpants.
I know I'll never wear them again. But when I see them in my underwear drawer,
this pair of underpants meant not to be seen mixed in with my lace and lycra,
all made to be seen, it will remind me. Of my week of trying to see the invisible
stuff. The invisible stuff that helps create what it is we do see. The invisible
moisture that makes the rainbow possible. The invisible grace that makes awful
places beautiful. The invisible hope that makes heartbreak bearable. The unseen
ties that bind us. Eye to eye. Heart to heart. Energy lines that change us. As
we go through life seeing. And being seen. If we're lucky.
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