I find it rather amusing that while I am writing this the fire alarm on the floor below us is going off. Now I'm no Master of the Thermal arts, but I think heat rises. Perhaps they have already signed us off as doomed to burn so don't even turn on the fire alarms on our floor. Well if this is my last will an testament I want all my friends to do a cage match and whomever comes out on top and get anything Meg doesn't want. Cage Matches, the Venn Diagram of the real world.
Well this week has been.... stressful. The girl and I had rent auditions this week as well as a slew of other events. Now as a bit of Back story Meg had wanted to try out for rent and I was all about it cause I think she could rock the stage, so she has been practising up, and is sounding really good, and also really looking the part. So on Monday I had planned on doing my audition as I had plans Tues. But Meg wanted to go with me and audition Monday so I was thinking fine, but then she went for a last minute tune up with her vocal coach who out of the blue decides she needed to do a different audition piece. Very strange to me, but oh well, so the girl is freakin a bit and I decide to push us back to audition on Tuesday.
Now the one thing that annoyed me about pushing back the audition date was that I had planned to attend a meeting with the city as I want to build a fence to keep the riff raff out of my yard, and someone else was pitching something similar to the city on Tues that I wanted to sit in on. So sadly I must now stalk this person and ask them myself as I missed the meeting.
So we go to auditions last night and HOLY CRAP. My audition number was 55. That is right, I was the fifty fifth person to try out yesterday. And more kept flooding in. I can only assume well over 100 people tried out for this show. I call them "Renties" People who are in love with the musical Rent and for whom it has been their life long dream to be in the show. And some of the people auditioning were HYSTERICAL. There was a broad range of talent, some good, some very very American Idle first run cuts. Now I am not going to bash, cause I must tip my hat to anyone with the guts to get on stage and give it a go. But man my heart hurt for a couple of them.
So we await to see if we made callbacks. Dun dun dun!
Anyway, what else have I been up to. Not a whole lot. The usual work and gym. Something I found odd is that people at work are seeming scary! I am trying to just start convos with people at work that I do not know, and I don't know if it is my approach or if they are just cynical. One person I actually said hello to led with something to the effect of "I hate my job". SCARY! I don't know how my mom does it. My mom is a friggin WIZARD when it comes to meeting people. I think it is because she looks kind of like a grandmother in the making and you kind of expect her to whip out a batch of cookies. She also meets the craziest people. She has connections, luckily for me, and still very oddly, to some of the larger producers and directors in Hollywood. Usually through their parents mind you. I guess she just hits up all the older people events and rocks them out. Go mom.
The parents are doing something very interesting too with their house. I may have already mentioned this, but I do not think so. They are creating a "Train Garden". Where this is apparently their garden, yes, follow me on this one. With trains in it. Little model trains that come running out of the Garage sharing the cat door and probably scaring the PISS out of the cats, and running through the garden (any kind of weather cause they are water proof trains) and heading back into the garage. Now I originally though this to be a bit eccentric but good for them cause it would be an amusing project. But then I told Meg. And even the wheels in MY head started to turn. And so now the girl and I are thinking of turning our garden plots into, yes, wait for it. A Fairy Garden. Where we would have small fairy houses and probably plant peppers and herbs and ornamentation what we could still harvest. Hence another reason for the privacy fence so the riff raff doesn't oggle my fairies. Hmm that was not a phrase I thought I would ever use.
Anywho. I am bored at work and the fire alarms have stopped and while it may seem a little warmer I have not died. So I am off for some morning Coffee.
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I had done like 11 musicals and plays by the time high school ended, so before graduation my director/chorus teacher helped me prepare "One Song Glory" as an audition piece because I was an overly emo teenager. Then I got to college and realized theatre kids were terrifying and never auditioned for anything. In other words, good luck! The end.
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