My First New York Audition

Forget about the gays, I had my first New York audition this morning!

Well...sort of.

I decided last night I would forgo my celebratory Friday of Pride and marriage equality to get up early for an open call. I normally wouldn't show my face so early in Manhattan as one may question my socialite status for not being hungover, but I was feeling very optimistic as of late.

I wanted to show up early, so I trekked down to my favorite, the 1 train, took it to Penn Station, climbed the urine and bile covered stairs, and jaunted to 36th Street. I found the building with no problem, breezed past the doorman who gives me that "OMG you're so confident I should know you but forgot your name and I'm embarrassed so I'll let you pass" look

and arrived at the 5th floor.

the empty 5th floor.

I checked every door to see only signs for textile or graphic design businesses. I frantically checked my schedule book and saw that I indeed had written down "5th floor". There I stood in a lonely corridor of cold, dark tile. With my tail between my legs, I exited the building and crawled back to Penn Station...adding my own urine to the stairs this time in self-pity.

As I arrived back on 83rd I thought "Who cares? I probably would have been typed out anyway."

OH EXCEPT THE CHARACTER DESCRIPTION WAS PRACTICALLY A PICTURE OF ME WITH MY BIO ATTACHED!

As I sit down at my computer to tell you this tragic story of career beginnings, I now see that the audition was on the 3rd floor.

Take the stairs kids.

I'm off to get gay married,

TJB: Making It