rumor has it

In the actor's world, the summer is known as the "off season".

At least, that's what we tell our ourselves (and our parents) in an attempt to ignore the fact we're just not booking it.

Auditions are slow, most actors are off doing their summer gigs, and I'm sitting on a sofa next to another empty bag of McDonald's watching this Sex and the City episode for the 5th time.

Off season, Mom, off season. I promise I'll get off the couch in the fall.

But apparently it's not just the off season in theatre. It's recently been rumored that my blog has begun to circulate the NBC offices due to THEIR off season.

It's nice to know that when people have absolutely nothing better to do, they'll turn to me.

(and I'm trying SO hard not to reanalyze all of my past relationships where I will undoubtedly find some correlation of the same sort)

 In my head, I like to imagine this means Tina Fey and Brian Williams (he still works there, right?) are sitting at their desks eating meatball subs and snorting at my self-deprecating sarcasm agreeing it's crazy I didn't book 30 Rock. But In reality, I imagine some 19 year old page stumbled across a link while trying to find Andrew Keenan-Bolger's blog.

Don't know who that is? GOOD.

But even at the smallest hint of the rumor, I've suddenly become paranoid about how self-aware I'm allowed to be. I've begun to over think what goes in and what stays out. What do people WANT to read? Who's my audience? What's my message? Do I need a comma there, or there?

 For instance, is my personal life ready to go public?

EXAMPLE:

I spent an impromptu evening with a boy I have never had a conversation with but have known throughout the entirety of college. We went out for drinks, talked for hours, tried to stay emotionally detached through witty banter but ended up exchanging intimate stories of our past until we came home...where he puked all over my living room and promptly passed out.

And as oddly as specific as that sounds it's an entirely generic story, because believe it or not readers...that has happened multiple times in my life. I usually never see them again and find out they were dating another boy at the time anyway.

Still, you can imagine me, amongst the paper towels and Clorox wipes drenched in vomit wondering:

"Can I put this in the blog?"

...at least I didn't have to replace my bedding this time...

I could just look up at my TV and say a predictable "What Would Carrie Bradshaw Do?" ...but I just auditioned and failed to book a role in which the young, blonde, gay character asks that exact same thing so that just feels...rude...

So after another 3 episodes of consideration and the realization that I have yet to remove the trash bag full of vomit wipes...I've made a decision.

It's time to move forward. The Summer of Stuck 2012 is over. With September 15th fast approaching, August has no other choice but to be MY month, and what happens in August

stays in the blog.

So call me NBC. Maybe you and I can hit up happy hour in your off-season...unless you really are a 19 year old page and then we can get Starbucks or check out M&M world.

Because this is now my ON season baby.

Starting with taking out the trash.

Who knew the Olympics were just filler for the off season,

TJB: Making It

did he just talk to me like i'm ugly?

Somebody recently approached me at a party and said:

"I love your blog. It's just so great to read about the UNGLAMOROUS side of trying to be an actor instead of always having to read #grateful".

I almost choked on my vodka/tonic/JKjustvodka and thought:

1. You're strangely negative energy is bumming me out

2. I'm not trying to write about the unglamorous side of anything...I'm just writing about my life...

3. Please make a hair choice the next time you attend the same party as me.

I've always been told I have a great perception on life (*flips golden locks of hair*), but now I'm starting to wonder (don't confuse that with care) what people think that perception is. Do I seem simply #ungrateful?!

I started this blog just over a year ago as a way to keep myself sane and humorous and to keep my friends up to date on my life.

OK, well, I started it in the hopes that my humor would instantly catapult me to fame, but I thought I was killing a few birds with one blog.

Now, I have even less fame and my friends still think I'm touring as Thomas Jefferson. Even my Mom asked me why I ever quit that job.

And some people have told me that I should try this "writing thing" professionally to which I think:

1. Oh, I'm sorry, was that the easy career choice? Did they forget to tell me that at Northwestern?

2. Have you noticed I believe a paragraph consists of 1-2 sentences?

3. Please make a hair choice the next time you attend the same party as me.

Dear America, it was never my intention to be the "Debby Downer" of Making It as an actor. It is only my intention to actually MAKE IT as an actor.

So when you read this blog, I want you to focus on the aspect of HOPE with which I try to infuse my life. I want you to see my self-aware-self-interest and know that you TOO can put things into perspective and laugh at the fact that all of your dreams might not come true.

Because as I'm sure some too-gay person once said

"If all of your dreams come true, you're not dreaming big enough".

AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAKE A HAIR CHOICE!

I should have kept playing Thomas Jefferson,

TJB: Making It

maybe i've lost it at last

I've often said the hours of 3-6AM should not exist because nothing GOOD ever happens between the hours of 3-6AM.

Let's just say I've been seeing a lot of 3-6AM recently.

Whether it's waking up to serve breakfast or falling asleep covered in McDonald's wrappers with 30 Rock in the background ...(still not over that audition)...

nothing GOOD has been happening.

You'll notice there was no follow up post to my most recent post...which...should fill you in on how that post went.

So here we are again America in the Summer of Stuck 2012.

Like any good Musical Theatre student, I try to relate my life to a character from a show and discover ways to overcome my obstacles through their stories.

But when that character feels more and more like bi-polar mother Diana Goodman from Next to Normal, I'm left wondering if pouring out my over-the-counter allergy pills into my mesh waste basket while singing about mountains is really helping me overcome anything other than a box of Kleenex. 

So I went back to the OBC recording (Original Broadway Cast for you normal people...you might relate to "soundtrack") to see what I could find. 

Sorry, "DISCOVER" as we say in acting...

And then it hit me. There, at the end of the show, once I'm sufficiently saturated with tears she gave me exactly what I needed.

"They say you should stay with the devil you know / but when life needs a change / and the one devil won't / you fly to the devil you don't."

That's IT America!! Diana was trapped in her own emotional turmoil of feeling stuck in life, so what did she do?

SHE PACKED UP AND LEFT!!

Whow, wait, calm down, NO, I am not moving to Chicago. I tried that once already.

But I am far too dedicated to this role portrayal to turn back now, so I'm packing up and leaving.

TO ASTORIA!

Tomorrow.

I mean, I've been there once and everybody seems to be generally happy and white, and what more of a change than my miserable barrio in Puerto Rican Harlem?

"So anyway, I'm leaving / I thought you'd like to know / You're faithful come what may / but clearly I can't stay / we'd both go ..." ok sorry I'm done.

Here's to semi-new beginnings!

Oh shit what was I thinking,

TJB: Making It

good enough to go-go

Of course, since you're an avid reader, you recall how well my last dance call went.

If you don't, I'll sum it up:

My Face + Floor = Happened

So, when I finally confirmed my audition for this edgy not-really-new-but-new-musical that's hitting the stage this fall where all the shows I never seem to book happen...(coughNewWorldcough coughVocaPeoplecough coughRENTcough....and don't even make me TALK about my attempts at booking The Gazillion Bubble Show...)

I was less than ecstatic to hear the first step was the dance call.

Not only was it a dance call, OH NO. It was a dance call choreographed by So You Think You Can Dance hottie Travis Wall...the man whose face is all over subway stations and undressing you with his eyes in Times Square.

Maybe YOU think you can dance, but I never said anything about ME.

But there I was surrounded by kids clinging to that "1st Nat'l" on their resume...

And you know what America? I could actually dance.

Well, compared to the other kids (including that guy from American Idol) I could REALLY dance.

No, maybe I wasn't bringing Mia Michaels to tears or kicking my face with LaDuca's (those are fancy dancer shoes), but I was moving more than one limb at a time.

So who knows America. Maybe I should start going to DANCER calls and find my place in the chorus.

AND THEN I WOKE UP IN SO MUCH PAIN  AND STILL CAN'T MOVE MY LEFT LEG THREE DAYS LATER.

I'm eating Advil like M&M's,

TJB: Making It

The City That Never Sleeps...but should more...

Here I am on the 1 train inspired to write on my iPhone 4S...

The 1 train? More like the FUN train!

No, JK, it's hell.

But it's 1:42 AM and the train is packed. Mostly young people. Mostly drunk people. Still, the standard fair share of lower-class Latino people.

Those who are standing are too drunk to stay vertical. Those who are sitting are too jaded to allow them to sit.



All of us here together traveling far too far away from the action that is

THE  NYC.

The one we all read about. The one we all dream to live in. The one we all came here for.

The plastered guy next to me just shoved a dude trying to get off the train and shouted "Hey man, whatever, Fuck you! (Now, to his friend) I can't actually move to NYC. I'm not mean enough. Now, people walk straight at me on the streets and refuse to move. It scares me. I mean, eventually they move because I stare them the fuck down but...Fucking New York. I don't know how long I'll last here. But right now I'm doing good. Who knows? I give myself 2-3 years before I crack. I'd love to live in San Fransisco. But the California economy sucks."

OH REALLY?? Because you seem to be doing AWESOME in this NYC economy as an intern traveling to Washington Heights, falling on your ass at 2 AM on a Thursday morning.

But he says he can go skiing and surfing in California. That'll be the day.

....he doesn't know how to surf but claims he'll learn...

Which brings me to THIS America:

Why the FUCK do we choose to live in NYC?

Obviously we're all a little masochistic. Nobody just takes the pain without enjoying it a little.

So we're all sick and perverted. But why else? Even the strongest master/slave relationship doesn't last forever and this D-bag's 2-3 years is FAR too long for pleasure to be the only reason.

Jennifer Hudson's character in the Sex and the City says she moved to NYC to find love. Then, her ass promptly moved back to St. Louis to find love...where it had apparently been all along. So there goes the Sex and the City justification.

It's no secret that I am a HUGE fan of Chicago, IL. When New Yorkers ask me why I like it so much, I say

"It's the people. People in Chicago WANT to live there. They CHOOSE to live there, and they're HAPPY there. People in New York? We all feel like we HAVE to live here."

We live here to PROVE something, to ESCAPE something.

To pay monthly rent and live with 4 strangers that would pay the mortgage on a house in any other city just so we can say "I live in NYC".

To pay for a pastrami sandwich at a deli that would buy us a 3-course dinner at a restaurant in any other city to say "I live in NYC".

In the past year, I have met the most jaded and bitter 24 year old New Yorkers trapped in life while my 50-something Michigander parents are still searching for the next best thing.

So why, New York?

What is it that makes us shove our fellow NYC-ers off the train and say, "Fuck you!"

What is it that makes us laugh at tourists for looking up in awe?

What is it that makes us stay?

What are we chasing? What are we running away from?

I recently gave my agent a due date. September 15. That is the day that I go BAT SHIT CRAZY if something in my life hasn't changed. Oh yes, he put it in his phone...I think it's a droid...so I'm not sure if it will ever remind him...

but I'll know. I will wake up on that day and either say

"This is it! I love this place!"

or

"This is it! Get me the FUCK out!"

So be ready New York...because I'm on to you...I almost left once, and this time, I'm SERIOUS.

Don't say I didn't give you a chance, because for centuries, you've been tricking people into accepting mediocrity just to say

"I <3 NY".

That's right, I saw Mad Men...AND I read The Great Gatsby.

This would have been easier to type on a Blackberry,


TJB: Making It

Sharing is Caring...when it's beneficial to me.

My Mom texted me while I was on a run and said

"Hey!!! I won an iPad 3 today!!!!!!!!!"

And I thought to myself...

"Hey!!! You. Lucky. Bitch."

Providing she can ever figure out how to turn the thing on...

So there I was sweating my ass off before going to wait tables all night thinking some people have all the luck in the world.

Now, STOP. Hold on one second. I do recognize that my mother is decades older than me (you don't look it Mom) and has had her fair share of struggles and rough times and a day when she was not running along the Hudson River with an iPhone 4S strapped around her arm.

But for the sake of dramatic effect and entertainment value...

Some people have all the luck in the world...

Which brings me to YOU, reader...sitting there and laughing at all the hard work I put in writing this blog (usually in my underwear half asleep in bed and slightly inebriated)

FOR WHAT?

For 25,000 measly hits a year?

For a release from wiping chipotle mayonnaise off tables?

No.

For YOU.

Well, mostly for me.

But sometimes for YOU.

So SHARE the wealth.

SHARE your iPad 3 (MOM YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS ANYWAY).

and SHARE this blog with everyone you know.

Copy the link (www.tjbmakingit.blogspot.com)

and post it on a friend's Facebook wall, their Twitter account, your next E-mail to your boss.

Because we need to go VIRAL baby. Well....I need to go viral baby.

Because Kate Shindle tweeted at me today.

So get off your high horse Gavin Creel,

TJB: Making It

I'm Here...wherever that is...

I've been singing a lot of The Color Purple recently.

and that's when it hit me.

I'm stuck.

Once again, I'm slinging trays of food, waiting tables, which I said i would NEVER do again. I try to carry as many dishes in my arms as possible to at least feel like I'm making a statement.

I haven't auditioned in two weeks which hasn't happened since January.

I've been cutting down on my caffeine intake which is just crazy because one iced coffee a day seems pointless... 

I'm sleeping in the bed of someone I've never met which...well which has happened more than once in my life but we don't need to discuss that.

ALL I'M SAYING IS

I'm stuck.

And I know you can relate America. We've all been there. We've all had to stare at our bank account and wonder what's the cheapest food you can live off of for a month so you can justify one last G&T before paying your student loans and hoping a paycheck shows up before RENT is due again...NO not the show although if that were due for a booking NOW'S THE TIME MICHAEL GREIF!

You have my number, I know you do.

We've all had to stare at our phone when our parents are calling and wonder if we pick up and try to make it through a phone call without sounding like you're shitting on your degree and begging for money, or if you just call back later once you've composed your shattered soul and tell them NYC is a DREAM and something's coming real soon, you can feel it.

If there's one thing Northwestern doesn't know how to prepare you for, it's mediocrity.
If there's one thing NYC knows how to make you feel, it's mediocre. 

But maybe something is coming real soon.

I mean, Gavin Creel was only 25 when he was nominated for his first TONY Award...

and wait a minute...

I'm only 23...which means...I've got 2 whole years to dick around...

Hell, I'm doing JUST. FINE.

But seriously Dad, I'm gonna need to borrow some money,

TJB: Making It