Because I’ve got stories to tell.
After getting home from Montreal at 1AM, I knew I would be dead for my 7AM shift and silently prayed I’d be able to leave early. I totally got my wish and left at 12.
I go home, nap, and wake up exactly when I need to be. I get ready, fix my book, and head out. While on the metro I check my book, something I never do, but I was feeling particularly nervous since I had just set up a new book. I see the last two pages of my main song are missing. I look through my entire book to try and find the missing pages to no avail. I have to change songs.
I quickly move around my book and put my second choice in the front and have to switch my 16 so it contrasts properly. Though it’s not ideal, I think it’ll be ok.
I get to the space 5 minutes early, but the person before me arrives five minutes late, so I get extra time to go over my new song choices. I switch them again. Mild panic attack ensues.
I get in the room. I notice the accompanist is running out. The panel tells me that, unfortunately, he has to run and my audition will be accapella. I sing my first choice song. I wonder if the theatre gods are smiling on me today.
After all three pieces, they ask me if I can stay for the dance call. It’s in 1 hour. They ask if I have time to run home, I say I’ll make it work. I don’t have time to run home.
But, I am planning on having dinner at my lovely friends house who not only lives 5 minutes away, but is THE SAME SIZE AS ME. I call her, run over and grab proper dance attire. The only thing I’m missing is heels. What a shame.
I do the dance call, it doesn’t go horribly (I think I act more in dance calls than any other facet of acting) and go back to my friends for dinner.
And as I walk home, after the craziest day of problems being magically solved, I know the theare gods have smiled on me that day.