I'm Still Here

For a while I was beginning to think that nobody important remembered who I was. My Broadway friends hadn't been Liking my Facebook statuses...my sort-of-bassically-yes-agent hadn't e-mailed me in weeks...hell my own mother was too busy vacationing to even voice text me.

But this week (riding high off my callback karma) began to change things for the better.

The world (and my mother) began to remember that I TOO was important.

It all started when my gay dad (NO not my biological dad and NO not in THAT way, but he is very dashing) and also Broadway veteran texted me to offer two tickets for Nick Jonas's opening night in How to Succeed. Sure, I'd already seen the show, and sure, I could probably only sing the chorus to one Jonas Brothers song, but I knew that this was a sign. My elbows were longing to rub with their fellow famous elbows and this opening night was the place to do it.

I called my restaurant, told them I was too important to work Tuesday night and began trying on outfits.

Then, on my way to the show, it's as if my iPhone 4S (SUCK IT 4) reception had been refreshed and an abundance of e-mails from my sort-of-basically-yes-agent began to pour in to my push notifications (I still don't know what a push notification is).

Not only does my -and I'm just going to say agent now- AGENT read (has read and/or once clicked on) my blog (and thinks...it's...totally...hilarious...surely...) but I'm still getting APPOINTMENTS! AUDITIONS! SEEN!

I mean, if the people from the greater region of Philadelphia theatre think I have the makings of a STAR, he must be convinced now too.

So as I strutted to the show in my borrowed leather jacket...I was feelin pretty Fonzie. I wouldn't have been surprised if some of those flashing cameras in the mob outside were taking pictures of me.

...and yes I checked Playbill.com the next day to see if they did...

...they didn't...

Yet, watching the show amongst my celebrity future-peers was...well...OK it was a little lackluster. 

I was in the front Mezzanine, which was GREAT, but I'm sure T-Swift and Selena Gomez were wondering why I wasn't in the Orchestra...and I was stuck in the row behind Lance Bass which just made me feel SO 2006...

and then that guy from the last season of Project Runway didn't even WAVE at me...like STFU you glued some fish rocks to muslin and you're just going to pretend like I don't exist?

But as I ate my last blue peanut M&M and the lights dimmed for that little Jonas boy to rise from the orchestra pit, the world seemed right. I felt as if he could sense my presence and was calmed that I had come to support him on such a meaningful night.

and then he half-assed his choreo for the next three hours.

Harry Potter would be SO pissed you're riding his coattails.

My Mom hung up on me today,

TJB: Making It