6 Days Does Not a Week Make Me a Star

I found my second first audition. Luckily, I'd been to the building before to audition for the Norwegian Cruise Line. Luckily, the Norwegian Cruise Line never offered me a job.

I would tell you all about what the audition was for, but they asked us at the callback

-oh that's right I should mention I got a callback, but I'm going to try and pretend like I wasn't surprised it happened-

they asked us at the callback not to post anything about the show online, as it is already receiving a lot of press and hype and they want to make an official press release about the cast since the cast is going to be BIG...which is probably why I have yet to hear back.

Regardless of the outcome and the assumed loss of an approximated $300 stipend, on my third full day in NYC I experienced what my future would be like, and it is exactly how the movies portray it.

"OMG YOU! WHY are we always being called back for the same roles? (because you're Asian) Damn girl you are lookin GOOD! Do you even eat?!"

and they're serious. They're all about what your 32 bars are, are never happy with how the callbacks are being run, always have a more important place to be, and don't even THINK about singing in a room near them or they will critique your vibrato and pitch until you bleed.

So here I am among my fellow star wannabes who have just finished their tours of Miss Saigon and remember their glory days as a cover in the Spring Awakening tour for 3 weeks while I can only dream of such greatness, sipping my Poland Spring water amongst bottles of Fiji.

In the mean time, I start work at a beautiful little production company from across the pond (that means England) called threesixty entertainment. Maybe it's called 360 Entertainment, or maybe three-sixty...or maybe I'll just ask tomorrow.

For now...

I dream of Fiji,

TJB: Making It