Acting is more real as the full range of my emotions are not only allowed but asked for in a performance. I can actually express happiness to the point of euphoria without worrying others will look at M-E in a way that’s less than a standing ovation. My anger does not have to be checked at the door but can be the force that slams it. Insanity can be explored without a psychiatrist prescription. Yes, acting is real in a way that I’m sorry to say life sometimes is not.