An ode to a pair of pants

Some actors, though brilliantly talented, are forced into the shadows through physical limitations. Such is the case of Trousers. Through my work on Six Characters, I've learned what an amazing performer he is, and how deep he can make his character, especially considering that, while an integral character, he had no lines, and was stationary for the vast majority of his time on stage. Without words he created something so beautiful and effective, it was profound. However, Trousers has the misfortune of being graced with the frame of a pre-pubescant boy, a gift to some, but not in this case; Trousers is cursed with being cast as the perpetual 13 year old. And I have never seen him complain about it. Ever. He takes every role with grace and throws his balls to the wall every time. I'm not idealistic enough to rant that he should get the opportunity to play Macbeth, Azdak, etc., but I do mourn the fact that his chances at success are largely challenged. From what I am given to uderstand, he didn't get the internship with Rose Bruford Theatre Institue in London. I understand, but it doesn't keep me from being upset.

Trousers is one of those people who I greatly esteem as an artist, a statement that I can't say about many. I wish him all the best in everything he does.