On March 25th Boston College is going to hold a 24 hour theater competition. The way it works is this: An as of yet undetermined number of teams will each be given the topic for a play. In 24 hours, they will write, produce, and perform original plays.
What, you might ask, does this have to do with me? Well, I've been selected as a judge.
I'm a bit apprehensive. Let me tell you why.
The panel of judges is basically a who's who of Boston Theater
This is being justified by my judge's seat being called that of the "peer judge." But nonetheless, I'm still being presented, in at least some sense, as being on the level with the rest of the judges. And there will be people I know in attendance. People who know that I'm not, well, qualified.
Of course, I'm more than able to judge well. There's an important distinction between able and qualified. Able means you can do something. Qualified means that people will ask you to do it. Most sitcoms have covered the potential peril involved with this sort of thing.
It's not that I mind being put up on a pedestal. I'm an actor. It's part of the job description. It's the engraving on the plaque that troubles me. I wouldn't have a problem if it said "Pretty Ok Guy." But if it says, "Theater Expert," problems exist that could be run into. Given my recent run of luck with things like this, they are likely. And in any case, the least that can happen is that I'll catch flak from the people who know that I probably have no business being there.
I'm going through with it anyways, of course. I promised my friend, who set the whole business up. Anyways, even should the worst happen, I'm pretty sure it'll make a hilarious story. And of course I get to suck up to a bunch of people who are extremely well-connected to the theater scene hereabouts.
You will all, of course, be kept informed should anything occur that is worth retelling.