BWW Blog: Paige Davis - The Gold Stage Door
The Gold Stage Door by Paige Davis
When I was 10 years old, I had the life altering good fortune to see A CHORUS LINE on Broadway. It was playing at the Shubert Theater and it offered a gift of magic that stayed with me from curtain up to curtain down, and beyond. I had been transported by the dancers and their stories; so when the show ended, I pleaded with my parents to let me wait at the stage door in Shubert Alley for the dancers to emerge. I didn't have lofty goals of meeting them or asking for their autographs, I just wanted to catch a reassuring glimpse that such creatures were real.
So, there we stood outside the theater in Shubert Alley, my eyes transfixed on the stage door. I noticed almost immediately that the door was made of gold. A solid gold door. My heart raced. My mouth went dry. The glamour. The beauty. The importance. The weight. The honor. Of course, now in adulthood, I know that door isn't made of gold, it's simply plated in brass.
But to a 10-year-old girl . . . It. Was. Gold.
For years on various trips to New York City, as I would pass through Shubert Alley (as one inevitably does, going from theater to theater and restaurant to restaurant in the Broadway theater district) I would pause as I walked past the Shubert Theater and say to myself, "One day, I'm going to walk through that gold stage door".
It was a mantra deep in the recesses of my mind confirming over and over a truth I would manifest for myself, never knowing how, never controlling the route, just knowing with a deep well of trust. The trust and belief in telling the Universe what you want. Be clear. Don't be muddy. Be honest. Don't have agendas. Life will take you on your path.
But don't mistake what I'm saying. You have to do the work, too. BE READY. I studied dance: class after class after class. I studied voice: private lessons for years. I took acting classes: scene work, improv, technique. I showed up for every audition even if I didn't think I was right for the part. And all for what? To be able to walk through that gold stage door. In truth, ANY Broadway stage door would do, but yes, the Shubert Theater gold stage door was the representative image I carried with me.
After years of performing in summer stock, regional productions, and on national tours, I finally landed an honest-to-God Broadway show. And BAM! Wasn't it a kick in the pants to have booked the musical CHICAGO, which just so happened to be reigning at The Shubert Theater! When I arrived for rehearsal, I wasn't walking through just any Broadway stage door, I was walking through THE Broadway stage door I had been dreaming about for 20 years.