Just got home from auditions for Grease. I sang my song, performed my monologue and learned the dance with forty something other people. And there were more auditions last night. I think in all well over 60 people came out for it. And they were overwhelmingly female.
I am okay with how I did, though. I was nervous and it came out in my voice, so I didn't sing as well as I wanted to. I sang better than some, not as well as others. The dance was fast and we had very little time to learn it. I danced better than some and not as well as others. I did try to look like I was having fun though, even when I was sucking. But my monologue rocked. I did my ice skater piece and as usual it worked and I was comfortable doing it.
So we shall see how I measure up against the multitude of women who auditioned. The callbacks are tomorrow and the list of who is invited to callbacks will be posted online really late tonight or tomorrow morning. Not sure if I am staying up to obsessively check for it, or if I am going to bed to worry about it in the morning. I don't think not knowing will keep me awake. At this point it is out of my hands, I did my thing, either I get a call back or not. And if so, I go on tomorrow to fight another day. So dramatic.
But honestly. I am beat from a long night of alternating nerves and boredom as you sit around waiting for your turn and then sweating like crazy and pretending that you remember the steps to the combination. Fake it and smile, baby, fake it and smile.
Here is a list of some 'hmm' very interesting things a three year old might say to you to make you laugh.
When you are trying to sneak some alone time with your spouse you might hear:
"Hey, why are you naked, guys? Huh? Why are you naked?"
When your pajama top comes open as you laze about on the couch on a Sunday morning:
"Mommy, your boobie is out."
When you catch him coming out of his room without his pants and wearing a different pair of underwear than before:
"Mom, don't say it, don't talk, don't get up and look."
When he discovers the cat has taken a dump behind the couch in the living room:
"I smell poooopp! There's poooooopppp! There's a big loonng poop and two little ball poops!"
I'm sure there's more but as I am degenerating into cat poop stories, I better stop and go to bed.