If you're a true fan of me (or if you're my mother who still reads this only because she's hoping I'll announce my engagement to a famous actress because all I needed was "the right SUCCESSFUL girl")...sorry I got off track...If you're a true fan of me, you'll remember how I feel about actors. So, I always had a simple process for how to make friends and survive the process of a musical:
1. Find the prettiest girl in the cast (in relation to her talent)
2. Befriend her immediately
3. Make sure everyone knows the two of you RUN SHIT
The process was flawless in college where a hierarchy of beauty and talent had been set in place prior to the first day of rehearsal, and my last cast only had one girl in it so she won by default...
The professional...excuse me...the "professional" world is proving to be much tougher than I had anticipated.
Yes, it does seem that I was handed a rare gem when pretty-girl-whose-name-I-can't-remember-because-I-keep-calling-her-pretty-girl seemed to be the easy choice
but my gay roommate snagged her like a marked down Marc Jacobs bag.
So I had to walk into the first day of rehearsal ALONE.
HOW EMBARRASSING.
Luckily, we started with shoe fittings, so I could hide my loneliness in the comforting laces of new footwear.
And just as I turned to toss a pair of hideous green slip-ons into the "NO WAY NEVER" pile I had started, I saw her...
She was blonde. She was fit. She was beautiful.
She was mine.
I made a few awkward jokes to break the ice and noticed her baton.
Baton?! Is this her? Is this Nicole?! Is this the vision that plays my best friend in the show?!
IT WAS FATE.
I sat my script and score on the stand next to hers and sank down into...well a hard ass metal chair, but I didn't care because I had found my best friend.
And things didn't stop there. While the two of us sat flipping our blonde locks in our self-made winds of beauty, a tall and chiseled brunette boy sat to my left. I was speechless. He was the lead of the show, Jake, and hence
my new SHOWMANCE.
I couldn't WAIT to tell Nicole that I was practically engaged and she would of course be my maid of honor since she was there the first time I met my husband
until I picked up on something strange...
Me: Oh...do you two know each other?
Nicole: We went to school together.
Me: Oh...and now she lives in New York so...were you friends in school?
Jake: Well...sort of...she's staying at my apartment.
Me: Oh...so you're friends now?
Nicole: Well...sort of...
Me: (awkwardly laughing) Haha WHAT did you two DATE or something I'm SO confused...
Nicole: We're dating now.
They're dating...now...
and that's the story of how Nicole became my EX BFF.
Nobody steals my man.
I really need to get out of Ohio,
TJB: Making It
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