I did a fair amount of community theater in my middle years. I’m not star material, so I was always happy just to have a supporting role. The process was the thing that brought me the most joy.
You start as an awkward group of people, most of whom you don’t really know. After the first couple of rehearsals, you all shake your heads and say, “This will never come together.” But then, over a relatively short period, through blood, sweat, tears (and a director), you create this beautiful living, breathing work of art and put it on stage in front of an audience. You thrill at seeing it all happen from within. (You have time to do that when you're not a lead!)
You witness amazing recoveries as someone drops a line (or a whole speech!), and someone else does just the right thing to save the scene. You experience sheer panic as your moment approaches, and you draw a blank on your line. Yet, when your cue arrives, the right thing comes out even though you’re not sure how.
Then, at least in the case of community theater, after a few short weekends, it’s over and, like a vapor, this amazing thing you’ve created as group vanishes. After hugs and tears, you return to “the real world” - at least until next time.
Some of my roles:
The Fantasticks (Bellomy, the girl's father)
The Mystery of Edwin Drood (Rev. Crisparkle)
The Music Man (part of the quartet of course)
Second Samuel (June, the undertaker)
Pump Boys and Dinettes (LM)
1776 (Lewis Morris, New York)