This is the second (or third) time I’ve written to you. I tell everyone how you’re the foundation of all that I do acting-wise. All that I have accomplished has sprung from you. I have devoted much of the past three years to studying you, practicing you, debating about you, and overanalyzing each and every item of minutia that makes you tick.
Eat. Live. Drink. Breath.
So, here I sit. The eve of something momentous… a celebration of you.
Grant me the power to do you justice.