the highs and the low, low, lows.....
yesterday, i booked a job on an upcoming court show.
fueled by the euphoric fumes of a successful audition i cartwheeled my way into acting class; only to hiroshima the shit out of my drunk driving monologue.
what was supposed to be a moving, heartfelt plea against alcoholism most likely drove my fellow actors to become alcoholics, themselves, just to get through my performance bomb.
carrying on.
early for acting class
i see you. despite your preference for armor.
we don't shake hands or exchange glances.
you sit. i shift bench, to planter, back next to you on bench.
waiting, we both listen to the boasting and blustering of fellow roosters.
you're discouraged too.
i wish my sadness looked as pretty on me.
doors open, off to work.
i make silent, secret wish that, someday, you're the hotdog of our henhouse.
a return
i'm hiccup happy to share my latest news.
a few weeks back i made the decision to die a slow, painful, humiliating death
it's truly the most fulfilled, sickly stimulated i've ever been (career-wise, friends & family).
even just acting class, or preparing the crap out of an audition has me sloppy sunny and satisfied.
it's been 5 extensive years since i've auditioned.
everything is SO different: online this, webbed feet that....
thank god they still want great work!!!!
in already two weeks, i've booked two jobs, and i'm on my 2nd call back for a super, non, non, non, non-union film.
{and i've yet to sign with an agent}-more on that later...
today i'm shooting new headshots, have a rehearsal for a fitness video (not my own), and start an acting class tonight.
i'm sprinkling extra hee haw in my coffee.
so that's where i am friends.
i have my mother's voice in the back of my head telling me i'm sounding bold and brass for sharing such things.
ick if i am, handwritten apology note to follow.
but i was getting emails for my vague mentions to l.a., and those of you who take my classes are going to wonder where i've been/where i'm going to be this week.