This is not a fancy party

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I love acting.

I love singing.

I love theater, and all the neat people I meet while doing theater.

What I do not like, are the ones who do not appreciate the opportunity they are given. They take advantage, are disrespectful, demanding, and they think that the whole production revolves around them. They think that hard work isn’t required of them and they can just sail through it like it’s easy. That just because they aren’t getting paid to do this that it isn’t a job.

IT IS A JOB.

It is something that I take very seriously. It is something that runs through my veins. It’s in my blood and it infultrates my soul. It is my passion and my life force. And I think some people are assholes and they don’t understand that.

Mediocre primadonnas thinking just because one person said “oh you were good” that they can make a career of it just because they want to be famous and they don’t care how, taking opportunities away from people who yearn to feel the rush of the cheers of a crowd; the adrenaline rush of a live audience is like cocaine.

It’s these people that make me feel like there is no hope in the world.

I’m not conceited. I’m probably the most humble and grateful person you will ever meet. However, I do not dispute my incredible talents. I know in my heart that I was given an amazing gift. A gift that I want to share with everyone I know, and even strangers. And I don’t need people to tell me I am awesome. I do love and appreciate it, but I know deep inside that I really and truly am an extraordinary person with the potential to show the world my gifts.  That’s all I really want from this world.

Not the fame, not the money, not even the acceptance. But just the opportunity and the chance to just share my birthright with people. To make them laugh, to make them smile. That is all I’ve ever wanted.

And the people who want to do theater just to be famous can suck on an egg, cause we can see right through you.

So do us passionate players a favor, stay off the stage. If you want to get famous acting, try movies. Because there is nothing more thrilling than live theater. And you don’t even have to be that good to do movies. Editing can do wonders for your career.

Fame isn’t everything.

Yesterday marked the start of my invasion to broadway. Let me just start off this post on thursday morning.

At approximately 4:30am Thursday morning, I awoke getting little sleep from the previous night to get ready for work. I wasn’t originally supposed to open, but since there was a scheduling mixup, I was asked. And heck, I like sleep but I also like the 2 hours of not having to deal with customers as well. And the fact that I can leave in the middle of the day and still have time to nap, or do other stuff. So I kissed my beautiful boyfriend goodbye and headed off to Kohls.

After telling myself that I was going to leave at 1pm on the dot…I stayed until 2pm because I was involved in a sock move. Yay socks. On my way home I texted Cat and asked her was time she was getting there. I figured she’d go in early and get there around 4 or 5. She said 2am. I was thinking…oh wow, well that’s just insane!But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to get on the front of the line and just be ready to go in at 10am.

So I called Jeff and asked him what he thought, because he was originally supposed to come with me. He told me to go for it, and so right then and there I decided I was gonna go for it and just drive into Hoboken that night, and around 3 pm I went in my room and I napped until 4:30. Did I forget to mention I also had rehearsal that night? HA! yes, rehearsal indeed! And it was a tiring one, but still completely enjoyable. Around 10:30 or so I got home, hopped in the shower and made a PB and J sandwhich. Packed all my stuff up, and left home around 12:30 am to go get Cat.

I arrived at her house around 1am, and talked to one of her Kitties. We finally got out of there and headed off to Hoboken! We made it there around 2:15 am, got on the path  at 2:46am and then walked from Herald Square (33rd st) to New World Stages (50th Street) The walk was very nice and woke us up.

We finally got there about 3:30 am, put all of our stuff down amidst the sleeping hopefuls, and tried ourselves to get a little nap in. There was security in the plaza around the clock, so it wasn’t scary at all. Not to mention we had a group of about 30 actors there as well, just chilling out and waiting to audition for one of the greatest modern musicals of all time.

Didn’t really get a whole lot of sleep in, I think in incriments I slept for maybe an hour. Between 4am and 6am I had to urinate so incredibly that I had to wait 2 hours until the starbucks opened to pee. (AND IT OPENED 20 MINUTES LATE) Met a lot of nice people in the line behind and in front of us. Experienced line-cutter drama, an unofficial “sign in sheet” taped to the building, and moving our location 3 or 4 times before the sun finally came up, and it was almost time to go in and audition. Hundreds of girls broke out the make-up bags (including me) and started to get anxious and amped to go in there and sing their hearts out. Filming commenced for a documentary about the auditions (I’m asuming) One of the Camera men caught Cat changing her clothes and taking off her pants (an overnight sensation!) and at about 9am the line stretched around to the other side of the building and around the block.

It was just about 10 and we were ready to go in, lined up single file and made our way into the building. Went downstairs, signed in, got dressed, and stuck my little number 75 on my shirt. I was not nervous. I was just kinda going with the flow, like I do at most auditions. When it was finally my turn to go in, I spit out my gum, went in, sang my 30 seconds of Florence and the Machine, and said thank you. I was done, and it was barely 11am.

No call back for me, but it was OK. At least I managed to face adversity, cold conditions, and very very little sleep. I could say that I did it. And I did do it.Cat and I did it, and I couldn’t be happier than I did.

As we walked back to the path train, I think we both felt good about the fact that we did it. Even if we didn’t make it, we did it. And we’re good enough, even if we weren’t exactly what they were looking for.

Finally made it home around 1pm, and thank god I was able to get a nap in before work. 4pm-11:30, and I finally came home and was able to crash. 44hrs of little to  no sleep, and yes, you bet your ass I was able to just pass out. Pass out next to my beautiful Jeff, who was waiting for me. Snuggled in next to him, and probably zonked out almost immediately. Woke up to him going to work, and finally passed out again until 1pm. The most incredible sleep ever known to man.

And now, I sit here waiting to take another nap, for I have an overnight and then work at 2 on sunday. Sleep is apparently for the weak. But thank god I have all of monday to rest, except when I am going to rehearsal at 7. Yay.

Sleep is for the weak.