Monday, July 20, 2009

#22: A cookie shaped like America

Let me ask you muggles some questions (Muggles are non-theatre professionals, of course). When looking for jobs, do you find that you've become an expert at putting on liquid eyeliner on the subway? Do you get kicked so many times by the girl rehearsing the dance sequence in front of you that you develop a slight limp? Do you find yourself ordering ravioli soup at the thai restaurant across the street from the theatre because you haven't eaten all day and you've been waiting for hours for your call-back? Do you then find yourself using a rubbermaid cart as a makeshift table in the lobby of the theatre, but the cart is too high and the bench is too low so your really at eye level with the soup, trying not to spill shrimp on your audition dress, that is actually your baccalaureate dress from high school? Finally, do you find yourself roaming the streets of a deserted pennsylvania town looking for the last trolley so that you won't be stuck sleeping outside the Trader Joe's for the night? Yeah? Oh, good. I just wanted to make sure that was normal. 

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