Fiddler on the Roof--Director's Note

I first experienced Fiddler on the Roof when I was in 8th grade, a few short years after moving to a new town. I was cast as a villager, with seemingly little to do other than sing songs, dance steps, and imagine times and places I never knew. That didn’t matter to me, though—I began to breathe-in each moment, as if I’d held my breath for years. I remember watching my peers playing the lead roles, in awe of their confidence and talent. I remember seeing how close they were, how beautifully they sang, and how effortlessly they joked and performed drama together. But mostly, I remember feeling like an outsider looking in.

In high school, I became more and more involved in theater. Those people I once watched from afar became my people. We rehearsed together. We laughed, cried, sweat, and bled together. We challenged and fought with each other. We connected with each other in ways not possible anywhere else. And while I couldn’t place it yet, there was something happening each time we sang those songs, danced those steps, and imagined ourselves into other worlds. Some ineffable thing was bouncing among and within us.

Now, many years later, as I immerse myself in Fiddler with a new and wonderful group of people, I find myself reawakening to lessons I began learning long ago—lessons that have lain dormant for some time. This show explores family, friendship, and faith with such candor and beauty it transcends barriers. Fiddler challenges the idea that we must do what we’ve always done and follow rules before following our heart; so often we find ourselves standing at the cross-roads between what is right, according to tradition, and what is right for us. Through Tevye’s struggles, we learn to be true to ourselves, to place the important of happiness before riches, and to allow for change and advancement while always remembering our roots.

This story also shows us that reality and uncontrollable forces often complicate our lives and cause us to reconsider everything we thought we knew. Throughout the play, we see prejudice, narrow-mindedness, and fear. We see oppression and violence. We see people struggling to consider each other equal, even though they’ve lived as neighbors for years. But in spite of all this and perhaps most importantly, love and hope remain. In the darkest times, these characters hold strong—using the faith they have in themselves, their loved ones, and their God to carry them through, to truly live.

Somehow, the first time I experienced this show, I was not consciously aware of these lessons—just as I was unable to name that ineffable thing joining us together. Maybe my friends and I were too young or too preoccupied to see it, but we were steadily developing into the adults we would someday become. We were learning who we were and how to live our lives.

Now I see it, ever so clearly, in the magnificent cast and crew surrounding me. When we are faced with challenges, whether with each other or in the complexities of producing a show, we always find a way to maintain hope. Each time we struggle, if we come back to the heart of why we are here—our love for theater and this group of people—we always get through the hard times. Every time we rehearse a song or a step, explore a scene, imagine it alive; every time we let go of our judgments and insecurities; every time we allow ourselves to be present and attune to magic moments—every time, we grow a little bit closer to ourselves and the people around us.

To my “drama weenies”—take the time to breathe. Allow yourselves the chance to appreciate the moments you’re in. Don’t let so much time pass before you realize how magical this was and how important these lessons are.

Here’s to a great show! Here’s to great people! But most importantly, here’s TO LIFE!