That's exactly what happened to me. Metaphorically.
After dragging myself to work for 7 days on the trot and dealing with London's finest on the underground, I got chatting to a colleague about my upcoming gig.
(Battersea Barge. 18th May. Remember?! http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/a-little-night-of-music-tickets-10846866269)
I relayed the saga of my audition joy and the brick wall of the British pound I was facing. To which their reply was a bit of a shock to me.
A similar situation to mine had arisen and they chose not to see it through, on more than one occasion. As a consquence, a job not as fulfilling as hoped became the norm with a few titbits on the side to keep the creative juices flowing so to speak.
And it hit me.. That's why I'm doing this.
I'm not going to lie, I've been on a slight hiatus, not just due to work and production comittments, but to a spout of deflation. The feeling of the unreachable. And then I heard that and it kicked me up the butt a bit.
I wish I was the kind of character who only needs a little picture and a slogan to keep my chin up
but its remembering the rejections from drama schools at 18 and the lack of auditions coming through last year, watching my wonderfully talented peers in productions getting acclaim that gets under my skin.
So what if I spend nine hours a day doing something slightly less satisfying?
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