I have a confession to make: I have stage fright. Certifiable, voice-shaking, knee-quaking stage fright. Admittedly, it's not the juiciest confession I could make. It may seem a bit stranger, though, with the added context that every fall, I sign up for the play yet again. Why do I so willingly torture myself? Well, it began with a love of acting, which in turn stems from a love of creation. Each play grants me the opportunity to create, because, though...