That Time I Auditioned for That Show That Won That Award Because That Agent Sent Me

Some crazy things have happened in the past 36 hours.

Basically, I sent an e-mail, I got a response, then another response with an audition appointment, then I ended up in some agent's office and off to audition for probably the biggest show I could've auditioned for short of Glee.

I would tell you what the show was, but that just feels redundant...

So there I was on the Subway wishing I was eating Subway (because I had only allowed myself to eat push-ups and crunches for the past two days) off to this audition I had no business being at my first week in NYC.

I had no trouble finding the building because what actor doesn't know where the Broadway shows audition? I trekked my amateur ass up to the 16th floor, rounded the corner and BAM...an F15 alumni awaited. You should know F15 is EVERYWHERE. My panicked voice whispered in his ear to point me to the check-in table. Like a true bro, he kept me calm and I took up the pen to find:

AGENT/REPRESENTATION:

Oh...well...that's a very good question you see because I was indeed sent here by an agent but I'm not exactly sure whether or not he counts as my agent and whether or not anybody is representing me at the moment. I didn't want to douche out and write my own name next to my own name so I used parenthesis like a true newbie would.

I sat down to quench my dry throat and realized...I FORGOT MY WATER BOTTLE! Immediately I remembered leaving my Aquafina water bottle on my coffee table. I took this as a sign from God. How DARE I attempt to bring in an Aquafina water bottle to a Broadway audition (see previous posts)?! I let my desert-throat suffer.

I planned on sitting in peace until I found out the boy next to me was named Chatty Cathy and amidst his yoga stretching wanted to know everything about my day. I tried to pretend like he'd achieved at shaking me up and all I could do was sit with my head in my hands and cry. He informed me he was singing the same cut of the same song for his audition, but he wasn't scared to follow me. I pretended to be relieved I was going first.

Let's just say I stuck around to find he had decided to change his song during my audition.

I won't tell you what happened in the room because I find that sacred. All I know is that I'm stuck on some weird plateau. I'm not sure if it goes up or down from here. I'm in a strange limbo.

So I ask you to pray. Whatever religion you are (and especially those of the appropriate religion): PRAY.

Fiji next time I promise,

TJB: Making It