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k Trumpets of the Lord’s Amen Corner with singer/actresses Teresa Merritt, Bernice Hall and actor Bernard Ward in the background l Camille Yarbrough with cast of Trumpets of the Lord being congratulated by Walter Washington, Mayor of Washington D.C.. The show opens with the cast walking onto the stage in our church robes, singing “So glad I’m here, so glad I’m here, so glad I’m here in Jesus name.” In that spirit, we all sat down. But, as the first minister stood up, upstage on the riser, to begin his sermon, I found myself staring at the audience and beginning to feel outside of my professional self. I wanted to stand up. I didn’t. Tears came. Rocking came. I kept control. We had rehearsed for two weeks in New York at Ted Mann’s Circle in the Square Theatre, and at every rehearsal I had had that same energy pull. But I kept control then. On opening night in Washington, I began to feel that pull again. When my solo dance came, as part of the song, “Run Sinner Run,” I was more than ready. I returned to my seat after the dance, embraced myself to still myself, and worked hard to get back into the play. There were 21 songs that lifted the sermons in the play but, at the end of the show, when the whole cast moved downstage to the apron just above the audience, everyone was singing and clapping but me. I was shaking, jerking. I could no longer clap or sing in time with the song. I just wept, bent over trembling, rocking. I reached out to and wanted to talk to the audience but not from the script. Somehow, at the end of the song, I managed to exit the stage with the cast and stood backstage trembling, as fans and friends of members of the cast rushed back to hug, kiss and congratulate us. I stood there with them smiling and thanking them until Ted Mann, the producer joined us. He too was congratulated and hugged by the admiring fans. But, he was angry. He turned to me and hissed, “What were you doing out there? What was that?” I looked at him but had not yet recovered from what “that” was, nor had I the time to think it through. Ted Mann started to say more to me but, the fans stopped him. “Leave her alone, Ted.” They whooped and stepped between us. “We know what she’s ‘doing. She’s ‘doing’ what she’s supposed to do. Everybody knows what she was doing except you, Ted.” They laughed and embraced me and him. I gratefully thanked them and hoped they would go on to explain to him their understanding of what they had witnessed happening to me on the stage that night. They said I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. What was I supposed to be doing, I wondered? How-some-ever, it was celebration time, and the conversatio )ɹѼ܁ɕЁѡ͡܁݅́)ݡɔݔ͡ձѼи)$Ʌձѕٕ役ѡݕ)Ѽ䁡ѕѼɑȁͽѼ)եЁѡ)ѕȁѡЁа$)Ѽх䁥ɅѕȰѼɽ)ݡѕٕȁЁ݅́ѡЁɝ镐)ɕѕѼ͔ɽѡх)ɥѡəɵѼ)͔䁩)]ѡ͡܁͕ݔ) ѥɔѡݕЁѼ)9܁eɬȁѡѡɔ)ѡ ɽ݅Qɔ Qͽ)́ѡɔѕȁѡͥ) 䁱Ёѡܰ͡$ѽٕ)ѡɽIٕɕ5ɥᅹ)ȁѡѽȰݡՑMи1ե)1̸́) Ё$ѼѽMѱ䁅ѕȁѡѽ)$݅́ͭѼɕȁ)ѽȸ$ѽѡɕѽȁѡ԰)$ѼхѥѼЁݡ)݅́Ѽ!e)չх$eЁձeи)Q]͡ѽɥ͕)͕ɝ$ɐ)ѥѡaɥӊd )ɍ̰Ё$݅́Ʌ͕ ѡ)ݕЁѼ ѡ͍Ѽ5ٕ́)ɹɔ͍$ٕ) ɍȁ͕役)Ёѡaɥлd$)չ!ѥ ՉɥՅ́ѡ)-ѡɥչ 䰁ٕ)ѡͽqMɥՅtЁ)ѡЁ䰁Ёѡ)ɥɕ͕ѡ)ɝѡЁѽٕȁəɵ)ѡхЁѡɓéQɔ)и1Ѽѡа)$ѡȁՍɥ́ѡ)ЁݡɔЁЁѡ)х$ѼЁݡЁݡ)M$х啐͵Ց)ѵЁЁ䁵ɥ́)Ѽ]ѡ́х)éѕȰذ$٥ͥѕ )Ѽͥȁ䁉)QM͡EՕ̰ЁMѠ)Mѽɔ݅́ɕ)䁝ɽݥ啅̸M)ݽ!M͵ѕ)ݕɔЁѡѽɔѼݕ)Qɔ݅́ɥ͕ȁљɴѕȁх) ɹȁѡ)ͥ$݅́ѡх)ݥѠͥȽɕ͕̰Qɕ̈́5ɥа) ɹ!!ɔ=ѡ)ЁЁѡѽɥɓe)QɔݡɔAɕͥЁɅ)1䁉ɔ)х͡а$ЁɕѼѡɔ)Ѽ)́]))ͽéЁ丁$݅)ѕɵѼɽ)Ѽѡɕѹ́ѡЁȸ)$݅́ȁɥ͔QЁа$)ɥٕɕѕȁȸ)Mѡѕȁ́ɔх)ͽѥ̸ٕ%Ё݅̀)ɥ݅́Ʌɵ)Q́ѡ ٥I)5ٕЁՑѡչ)ɕЁȃq ѡѕȰ ) 䰁 ѽ) ѕɅɔȁѡͥٔ) ɥ)́]))ͽẽqQյ́ѡ1ɓt)ݥѡѡ͔ѕɥ̸Mѥ)ѡɽ́ݕɔѡɔ)յ̰ЁЁѡՑ)݅́ѡչ䁽ɥ )ɥɍ)Q䃊qQյ́ѡ1ɓt́)q9ɼMɥՅϊt)͕ɵ̸%Ё݅́ɥѕЁ))])ͽѡ屔)Ʌѥѡ ɍ$݅)ѡ ɹȁȁ)չՑ她!M̰ݡ啐)Iظ5ɥᅹȸ Qͽ)݅́ɥͥѼѡЁ)ЁѼɕ͍ձݽձѕ)ѡЁ9܁eɬ