But fame of that nature, for a performer who had been plugging
away at the margins for years, felt disorienting, and a little ephemeral.
“Guys, is this crazy?” he
asked his agents about the possibility of moving on. “What if nobody wants me,
and I don’t make any money anymore?”
“It all seems fleeting,” he said, somewhat
sheepishly but with extreme geniality, of his current renown. “It feels that
the reason people want me is not built on anything.”
In the audience were a few dozen theater
students and working actors, all of whom had applied to the program to better
learn the skills that Mr. Diggs has been cultivating his whole life. After a
break, they reconvened to spiritedly go over projects they’d been working on.
Mr. Diggs moved across the room, giving notes, offering support, watching the
walls he’d been kicking down for years crumble in a hundred different