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My Love Letter to My Craft

Paige Conroy

Actor, Voiceover Artist, Singer, Songwriter

I’ve been chasing stories for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I was a ball of energy — a spunky mix of athlete, daydreamer, and too-much-too-soon — until theatre, music, and words gave me a place to put all of it. My third-grade play lit the spark, Shakespeare in fourth grade sealed the deal, and from then on, I knew performance wasn’t just something I did — it was who I was.

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Music carried me just as deeply. I sang in choir for nearly a decade, performed at summer camp coffeehouses, and found my confidence behind a microphone. Those moments eventually led me to Carnegie Hall, to touring Ecuador as a featured vocalist with an orchestra, and to recording an album in Nashville. Every stage, every studio, every late-night lyric scribbled into a notebook became part of how I learned to translate feeling into art.

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Acting pulled me in even further. I trained at the New York Film Academy, earning my BFA in Acting for Film, where I discovered the intimacy and honesty of on-camera storytelling. I love theatre’s rush, but film and television allow you to catch every flicker of thought, every heartbeat of truth. Voiceover became another extension of that same love — finding how a single inflection, a shift in tone, can bring a character to life. Songwriting and poetry, too, are pieces of the same thread: ways of naming what it means to be human.

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My influences are as eclectic as my path: Meryl Streep, Emma Stone, Brie Larson, Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Winslet, Jennifer Garner, Bradley Cooper, Matthew McConaughey, Woody Harrelson — artists who transform completely, yet always leave you feeling like they’re letting you in. They remind me why I love this craft: because performance is empathy, and empathy is connection.

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But more than credits or training, what keeps me here is love — for the process, the people, the moments that crack you open. For the feeling of kayaking on the Androscoggin River and filing that sensation away for some future role. For my dog, Beesly, who reminds me daily how to be present. For the way stories shape us, heal us, make us laugh, make us ache, and ultimately bring us closer together.

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This is my love letter to storytelling — whether it’s through acting, voiceover, songwriting, poetry, or television. Every medium is just another doorway into the same home: connection. I’m here to keep chasing it, one story at a time.

The Actor's Vow
By Elia Kazan

I will take my rightful place on the stage
and I will be myself.
I am not a cosmic orphan.
I have no reason to be timid.
I will respond as I feel;
awkwardly, vulgarly, but respond.


I will have my throat open,
I will have my heart open,
I will be vulnerable.
I may have anything or everything
the world has to offer, but the thing I need most, and want most, is to be myself.


I will admit rejection, admit pain, admit frustration,
admit even pettiness, admit shame, admit outrage,
admit anything and everything that happens to me.


The best and most human parts of me are those
that I have inhabited and hidden from the world.
I will work on it.
I will raise my voice.
I will be heard.

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I will take upon myself the responsibilities and obligations which an actor owes to himself and to his fellow craftsmen, to his audience, and to his country. I will never neglect the emotional truth of a scene in order to make it easy or to make myself look good. I will not do anything onstage that will injure my fellow actors or detract from the total effectiveness of the play. I will remember that I am a part of the theatre and that without a company of actors, there can be no play. I will never belittle a part or fail to prepare it with the fullest possible devotion. I will respect the dignity and importance of my profession and vow to uphold its highest standards.

"Red" - John Logan

This is a rehearsal caught on video by a classmate. This is not professional footage. Performed with John Idakitis and directed by Maria Gobetti at The Victory Theatre in Burbank, CA.

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