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The other day, while hanging a curtain for "Tommy," my cell phone rang. "Hello, is this John? Hi John, I'm Melissa from Ford's Theatre. We were wondering if you'd be interested in coming to audition for our December production of A Christmas Carol?"
Now, I knew first that I needed to point out to this woman that she missed the part on my resume that read "Will be availible as of June 2005," which she saw before I even had to say anything. So we both knew this could not happen, and we thanked each other and that was that.
But inside, all I could think of was "Guh-DUH?!"
Dude. A professional theatre just called me and asked me to audition. A theatre that pays. Actual money. Not much, but... well, more than internship wages, that's for bloody sure. And they wanted *me*. And here I thought my Harding monologue at the League auditions came off like a manic squirrel infected with Rage from 28 Days Later, when in fact I made such an impact that Ford's Theatre, the place Abe was shot, considered me!
God, I wonder who else did? God, I wonder what'll happen next year when I audition again and actually *will* be availibe? I might actually be able to make some fundage from acting work. My God. I'm still swimming from this.
Yeah, so right now, total squeeage commences. And the more I think about it, it might have been fun to do A Christmas Carol. Wonder why they considered me for it? Must be the muttonchops.
Now, I knew first that I needed to point out to this woman that she missed the part on my resume that read "Will be availible as of June 2005," which she saw before I even had to say anything. So we both knew this could not happen, and we thanked each other and that was that.
But inside, all I could think of was "Guh-DUH?!"
Dude. A professional theatre just called me and asked me to audition. A theatre that pays. Actual money. Not much, but... well, more than internship wages, that's for bloody sure. And they wanted *me*. And here I thought my Harding monologue at the League auditions came off like a manic squirrel infected with Rage from 28 Days Later, when in fact I made such an impact that Ford's Theatre, the place Abe was shot, considered me!
God, I wonder who else did? God, I wonder what'll happen next year when I audition again and actually *will* be availibe? I might actually be able to make some fundage from acting work. My God. I'm still swimming from this.
Yeah, so right now, total squeeage commences. And the more I think about it, it might have been fun to do A Christmas Carol. Wonder why they considered me for it? Must be the muttonchops.
