High-fiving yourself is more than just clapping (Part 7)

What is your worst nightmare?

I ask this because what you think might be absolutely terrifying and horrible might actually not be.  Or I mean, it could be.  Your worst nightmare might be “being torn apart by wolves where no human can hear you scream” and that sounds pretty horrible.  Unless you’re into that.  Then, it sounds like a magical world of what the hell is wrong with you?

I constantly live in fear that everyone around me hates me.  It might not be super evident when you talk to me, but my brain sometimes doesn’t allow me to think that people like me, or that people have anything good to say about me in general.  I feel like we all have moments like this.  I feel like mine have become more frequent since moving.  I just want people to like me.  I do care what people think.  It’s impossible not to.  But it doesn’t make me weak or stupid; it makes me human to care how you perceive me.  Or I mean, it’s just normal.  I don’t know if other animals are very concerned with how their animal friends see them.  But there’s that whole natural order of things where, if you’re not the sexiest Lion, you’re not getting all the hot Lioness action.  But this isn’t about sex, because I’d spend this whole post giggling about butts.  This is about friendship.  Making friends when you move to a new city, especially a new BIG city, is not easy.

I can wait here while you circle one...no pressure!

This week in class, we received peer-feedback in the most terrifying (to me) way possible.  Ok, here’s the thing…at first, it sounded HORRIBLE and SCARY and EVIL!  But when it actually happened, it was pretty hilarious, fun, insightful, and sweet.

Each of us (there are more to go through, as the class is large) got a chance to have a seat, one at a time, as the rest of our classmates proceeded to do an improv scene in the style of us.  So, simply, I watched a scene performed by about 13 people improvising as myself improvising in that scene.  It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. But before I saw it, I outright said to everyone that this was by far the worst thing ever.

When you already lack self-esteem (mostly because of my current “I AM THE WORST!” feelings, which are slowly disappating), or just generally feel crummy about yourself in one way or another, the last thing you want to imagine is a bunch of people who you consider peers and want to be superfriends with, do an impression of you.  And if you’re me, what you imagine is a room full of people you (me) wanted to like you (me) pretending to be you (me) as dickish and horribly as possible.  The best thing in the world is when that is actually not the case, because the people you (me) consider your peers and want to be superfriends with are pretty awesome and don’t think you’re (me’re?) as horrible as you, yourself (me, myself) think you (me) are.

After everyone was done with the scene, our teacher then gave us his feedback and opened up the floor to our classmates to say a few things.  Which was like, getting head pets and hugs after the whole thing, because people talked about the awesome qualities that whomever was being evaluated had, and it was just a sweet lovefest.  But my teacher raised some really good points that I am looking forward to working on soon, and will!

It was really nice to hear postive things from my classmates.  I suck at taking compliments, but have learned to say thank you even if I don’t believe it, because one day I might believe it.  I jotted down a ton of notes, and am really looking forward to bettering myself even more in level 4.  As I see it, I have nowhere to go but up right now, in both life and improv.  I mean, I guess I could hit rock bottom, but that’s not going to happen.  Everything’s coming up Milhouse right now*.

The biggest thing I need to work on is my self-doubt.  I wish that I could be the type of person who thinks that everything they do is awesome.  I am the kind of person who says “I am so awesome” but usually it’s after I do something really terrible, or ok, occasionally, I do say it when I do something awesome.  I had confidence once.  Well, I used to not care what people thought, really.  Now I care.  What’s changed?

Suddenly I’m doing things that I want people to care about (I’m answering my question); that I want to take a certain weight in the world.  I want people to notice and be inspired and enjoy or feel something different (even if it’s anger, sadness, and other things, but I’d prefer the positive since I’m all about avoiding any sort of confrontation!).  Why?

Because I care deeply about what I’m doing.  I’m about to make some big changes in my life, and I want to impact the world somehow, but positively.

I dream of awesome things.

I sound like a crazy person.  So…it’s working.

*Brilliant. I just jinxed myself.

A Loner’s Guide to Valentine’s Day.

I wrote a guest post for Mirth in a Blog, which is a blog run by one of my Twitter friends who has a fun business of excellent care packages and gifts.  You can read the post here!  Yay!!!

Train Stories: #1 (FICTION POST)

Welcome to my first fiction post!  Remember when I was all “HEY I AM GOING TO WRITE FICITIONAL STUFF SOMETIMES!” like seven months ago and then never did?  Well guess who has a ton of ideas now for short story things?

Enjoy!

I don’t know who you are, but I want to.  I mean, God, you smell amazing.  Your jacket keeps touching my wrist just slightly; I’m not sure you know.  I’d really like to keep it that way.  I thought your jacket might be itchy but it’s not.  Thank you.  Thank you for buying this jacket.  Thank you for wearing it today.  I’m sure that you didn’t buy it thinking that some stranger might need to feel the sleeve graze their wrist just to feel close to someone.  Just to feel like a real person.  I exist.  I exist because of you.  Because of your smell.  Because of the softness of your jacket.

Where is your stop?  You’re standing next to me, but I’m all the way in the back.  Thank you for holding on to the same pole as me.  Of all the poles on the train that you could have chosen, you chose mine.  Mine isn’t the best in this car; it’s not even a pole, really.  It’s just this skinny little handle. Most of the trains I go on are missing these, I think.  I guess they detach pretty frequently.  Most people would go for the sturdier poles that go to the ground or attach to a seat.  There are quite a few for you to choose from.  But you chose mine.

Do you remember when you first arrived on the train and were wearing gloves?  And after a minute, you took your gloves off?  I think that you have very nice hands.  I could easily see our fingers eventually entwined and, as our hands get closer with each bump and bounce along our track, my dream of eventually entwined fingers becomes more and more possible.  Anything is possible with you here.

A few minutes ago you took your headphones off as well.  You couldn’t tell, since my right hand is in my coat pocket, but I turned the volume down on my music, just in case.  Just in case you wanted to talk to me.  Tell me something.  I mean, if that was something you wanted to do.  You don’t have to.  You didn’t.  You haven’t.  You don’t need to.  You never have to.

Your hand stopped slipping and the underside of your jacket sleeve sits draped gently over the top side of my wrist.  Is that your soap?  The smell is not as strong as cologne.  With each lurch of the train, I can tell you become warmer because the smell becomes more apparent.  More comforting.  I wish the train would lurch in such a way that your body moves closer to mine and I can feel more of your warmth.

I forgot to breathe when your firmly planted yourself into the space beside me, when you first boarded the train.  You didn’t even look to see if there were any empty seats (there were).  You didn’t even look at me (I don’t think).  You just made way for this empty space next to me.  It was as though you just knew you were supposed to stand right there.

I was worried at first that my hands, with their dried, cracked skin and random bandage strips would scare you off.  But either you didn’t notice, or it just doesn’t phase you.  I hope that I don’t smell strange to you.  Everything usually smells burnt to me; it has for months.  The whole city smells like it’s burning; I don’t even know what I smell like anymore.  But with everyhing that is wrong with me, you just don’t seem to care.  You’ve accepted me for me.  And my senses have chosen you.  Is that your soap?

You probably won’t remember me, and soon, neither will I.  But I hope to remember that I was real.  I was a person.  And briefly, whether we remember or not, we were in love.

Working Title: Brain Tumor

High-fiving yourself is more than just clapping (Parts 5 and 6)

Hello!  I hope you’re doing well.  It occurred to me whilst sitting in class on Saturday that I never wrote a post about what happened during improv last week.  As luck would have it, we’ve been working very hard on the same concept for two weeks now, so I can combine posts without seeming like a shitty blogger…except….

What we’ve been working on feels like more of a balancing act than anything.  I quite enjoy it.  I’m seeing that, it’s not that things I was taught previously are wrong, per se, but just a completely different approach to an art where we are constantly told there is no wrong way to do something when everyone has set in their mind that actually, there is a wrong way, and it is what you are doing.

Fuck the rules, don’t think, just be.  It would be nice if there was a consistent message across the board for improv, but there isn’t because it just depends on who owns the fucking theatre and runs the classes.  Anyhow, I’ve gone off on a tangent.  I really love my classes; I just wish I didn’t feel like everything I’m learning now is going to be challenged when I move on to another theatre.  I just want to do some improv and have fun.  LET’S JUST BE FRIENDS OK GUYS?

amiright?

Last week, we started working on tricks (illusions*) to really become our characters.  Now, we’ve gone over having a deal so that, when you step on stage, there’s something different enough about you to get you starting to think/act/speak like a character.  But very rarely do we really find ourselves with enough time to establish that character ourselves before maybe our scene partner just throws attributes on to us (not always a bad thing, especially if you’re stuck).  But there’s no reason you can’t make it on your own, dear reader.  What we’ve been doing is something kinda tough to describe in words, but I don’t have access to a camera at the moment so interpretive dance will have to wait, and I’m just going to wing it.  CHARACTER HEIGHTENING!!!:

First exercise: one person leaves the room, and one person stays.  Make sure the person who’s gone can’t hear anything.  The person still in the area with everyone else takes on some sort of physicality, and, when prompted, comes up with five lines that their character will say in succession (between the other person’s lines, of course), not matter what.  Make sure they’re not too long unless that person’s got an amazing memory, but as the saying goes, keep it simple, you silly bastard (right!).  The ‘out of the room’ person comes in.  If you’re running this exercise, let that person know that it’s ok not to directly respond to ANYTHING the other person says.  If that first person says “hot day outside, huh Larry?!”, person who just came back in can totally be like “I have built so much tupperware with these two hands!”.  Or whatever.  It’s improv.  Make it up, guys.  That’s…how it works.

Anyhow, the purpose of this is really to give you each a bit more time to cultivate who you are.  You may be thinking “OMG WHERE IS YES, AND AND WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS; IT IS WRONG!” but it’s not.  You can still Yes, And without obviously Yes, Anding.  As long as the scene is moving forward, it’s going to be ok.  Listen to what your scene partner is saying.  Remember what you’ve said.  Then, magically tie that shit together.  You can do this.  You’ve got big, sexy, improv brains.  Yes!

The next exercise (which we did this week) was similar, but DIFFERENT (I just ate lunch which contained three motherfucking superfoods, so I might be a little hyper…I should do a video post one day. If I can figure that nonsense out…it’s probably going to be all about cats and tumblr).  Anyhow, the only real rules to this are that you’re starting a two person scene, and neither of you are to directly respond (technically) to the other person’s offer (try looking at the offers in these scenes more as fact-finding statements, in which you glean little shimmering nuggets of information not only about your character, but your partners character as well).  Find yourself.  Be that character.  If your scene partner gives the first offer, follow that with whatever your offer was going to be.  It’s totally fine if the first offer is “the pterodactyl has finally been destroyed!” and your first offer is “My Strawberry Short-Cake costume is ruined!”  In fact…it’s possibly funnier.  As the scene progresses, work these two offers into the scene.  Worst case scenario, it makes no sense but it’s hilarious anyhow.

Last, we worked quickly on multiple (ie: more than two) person scenes.  Four people come into le play area and stand in a close-ish square.  The person standing across from you, you absolutely hate.  The person to your right, you absolutely love, and the person to your left, you are pretty indifferent to.  Now, break up the square and do a scene.

We played scenes where we were given a place where we were, which alluded a vague who we were to each other (ie: a booth at a carnival, or Mission Control at NASA).  So you’ve been endowed with feelings towards everyone else AND you’ve got to embody your character…this one I personally found hard because I mentally started the scene prior to it actually starting because choices were already made for me (regarding who to hate, love, and feel) and instead of etch-a-sketching before we started, I just held onto that.  Bad idea.  Don’t be that guy.

I like these different approaches to cultivating characters.  The main take-away really is to hold on to your shit, and keep holding on to it, but not in such a way that you’re dicking over your scene partner.  Remember who you are to you, to your scene partner, to the environment that you have created.  Repeat original offers if you need to reset yourself.  It’s a good way to take your time and get to know your character when you can’t just sit there and think (because that would be boring).  Talk it out of yourself.  Feel it out.  Move it around.  Shake it all about.  And, don’t feel the need to support with words only.  Since there are 4 people in the scene, it could get garbled with talking.  Improv is more than just words.  Assist in background environment interaction, or just love/hate/feel indifferent with your character’s body language.  You know…improvise.  I don’t know if I’m just being a jerk or what today.  But you’re smart.  You know how this works!  Just keep being awesome.

Unrelated note: I changed my phone settings so that any time my phone rings, it plays the 8-bit Legend of Zelda theme, and any time I get an email of text, Sherlock Holmes says “I’ve got a text”.  Pretty awesome Monday going on over here!  Email me a bunch so Sherlock keeps speaking to me!

*tricks are something a whore does for money

Educate yo’self! SOPA and PIPA (they’re not mexican desserts)

Here are a few great resources for you to learn more about SOPA:

Fark explains it with helpful links and a video here

My friend Kelly explains how artists are screwed if SOPA and PIPA go forth and pass here

The Anti-Social Media slaps some sense into you about how it’s more than just lolcats here

Google proves, once again, that is is far more helpful than Wikipedia here

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go kick some asses in bowling.

Happy researching!  EDUCATE YO’SELF!

 

High-fiving yourself is more that just clapping (Part 4) plus bonus materials!

That two week break from improv classes felt more like it was three months or something…jeeeeez.  It was really awesome to get back to classes this past Saturday.  As you know, I’d been doing  all sorts of   other stuff to   take up my time, so the return to class was good!

This week’s class was a pretty mellow one.  In that I mean we did our typical warm-up scenes to get back into the swing of things, and then revisited the exercise where two people do a scene and then two more people over-play their characters, and then two more people over-play them, until there’s no really good way to over-play them anymore.  I really like doing that.  It’s just really funny, and a great energy builder.  It would make a fantastic warm up before a long form show (hintily-hinterson, anyone who actually reads this blog for improv-related things!).  But aside from that, we did one exercise.  Believe me, though, it was pretty awesome.

We did something which took a while because only five people did it at once, and there were 15 of us in class.  This was good for not only character building, but also heightening characters/deals.  Everyone lines up on the back line, and the first person sets the tone by saying a simple sentence and giving that character a voice and some posturing/movement.  EX: a little kid swinging his arms around say “I am so happy to be at Beatles’ camp!”*  The next person takes that same voice/stance/movement and adds one thing, (ie: “I’m so happy to be here at Beatles’ camp, playing the drums!”), and this continues down the line, with heightening of the character’s being as a whole (ie: “I’m so happy to be here at Beatles’ camp, playing the drums, on my Birthday!”  “I’m so happy to be here at Beatles’ camp, playing the drums, on my seventh birthday!” “I’m so happy to be here at Beatles’ camp, playing the drums, on my seventh birthday!  It’s so fucking cool!  Yeah my mom lets me curse!”) until you get to the last person and let that person go off on a super-heightened monologue as that character for a few minutes.  So, to recap: Person one: character level 2/3. Person two: character level 4/5. Person three: character level 5/6/7. Person four: character level 7/8.  Person five: Character level 9/10 and beyond.  If you don’t know what that means, the numbers after the person really are just the increase in how intensely** you are that character.  It’s a steady build up.

Once that happened, everyone rotated so that everyone could have a chance being different levels of all different characters.  Hence, this being such a time-consuming, but well worth-while, exercise.

The most important thing to remember, as was expressed to us several times and really honestly, is easy to forget, is that heightening your character’s deal does NOT mean screaming and just going nuts.  You can heighten louder characters in this way, sure, but heightening shouldn’t compromise the ability to understand what your character is saying, nor should it potentially inflict unintentional harm to your scene partner, unless they’re cool with being slapped, in which case do that ALL THE TIME.

Quite a few of our starter characters were more low-key.  By the time that character gets to the fifth person, it is really hard not to want to be incredibly frenetic and all over the place.  RESIST!  Just keep going back to some of the more memorable things you may have already said, or repeat the original offer of the character to get yourself back a little bit.  Don’t go from zero to insane, unless the character calls for it.  A slow-witted posh-Brit butler shouldn’t be a fast-talking, Drop Dead Fred-esque cockney by the time he gets to number 5.

Don't do what Donny Don't does.

And that was that.  Any questions?

I also had an audition on Sunday, and it was ok, but definitely not good enough (and I’m not saying this in a snotty way.  I have a long way to go, guys).  Remember that awesome audition I had at Second City where I left feeling really good about it and it was like angels were tousling my hair and everything was peaches and gum drops?  I now am aware of one of the major things that I am doing wrong at auditions, and just so happened to not do that the Second City audition!  Read on!

After my audition Sunday night, I was pretty bummed.  Like, to the point where I did that thing I do where I’m like “Ugh, I should probably not do improv…” because I get super pathetic and am the hardest on myself.  That’s how I do.  I got an email from the folks who held the interview to let me know I didn’t get a call back, but that they would give feedback on the interview if we wanted.  So I emailed to get feedback, which is the smartest thing I’ve done.  EVER.  EVER.  Pertaining to auditioning, anyhow.  No one else ever offered, so I was pretty pumped to figure out what I could improve upon and how to become a better auditioner/improvisor in general.

Well, it turns out I’m what I would like to refer to as a “nervous-asshole”!  Seriously.  My characters are combative and negative!  And my scenes don’t really go anywhere because I’m not supporting my scene partner; I’m too busy freaking out because I’m so fucking nervous.  So then what happened at the Second City audition?  I don’t know.  I guess when the director told us to “have fun and do some fucking improv” my brain actually paid attention and had a good time.  Perhaps I need cursing to understand the importance and value of what people are saying?  Let’s not get into what that says about me.

NOT IMPROV RELATED: So, at the gym on Tuesday night, I had my appointment with the personal trainer.  It rocked, and I’m sure I’ll tell you alllll about it soon enough.  However, prior to that meeting, I was sitting and waiting for 6:00pm (ie: the time of my appointment).  Some dude came and sat nearish me, and after like ten minutes he goes “HEY LOOK AT THIS!” and shows me this following picture:

lulz weather bewbs

Thank you, stranger.  I almost made it one day at the gym without getting boobied.  Almost.

*I do use real examples from class most of the time.  I loved this offer so much.

**INTENSE: adjective. 1. existing or occurring in a high or extreme degree…NOT SCREAMY.

My joining a gym inadvertently coincided with New Years

A few weeks ago, I emailed a local gym to find out how much a membership cost.  It was kind of expensive, and I didn’t really read beyond the price of the membership to see that, if I joined before 12/31, the sign-up fee would be waived.  About a week or so ago, I received another email from the gym, this time explaining that earlier on in the email.  I decided to go check it out.

And then I joined the gym.

Three days later, it was 1/1/2012 and I realized I’d made a wonderfully terrible mistake.  While I’ve been wanting to join a gym for a while now, I forgot to take into account a) how many people would resolve to get fit this year and b) how many people lived in Chicago.

My first week at the gym has been pretty good.  I don’t go every night, since this week I spent a lot of time working late and things since there were all sorts of important meetings, but I’ve gone enough to make a slight dent in my chubbiness.  A very, very slight dent.  One of my favorite things about this gym is that it is about a mile from my house, so even when I’m done working out, I’ve got to walk a mile home.  And, prior to getting to the gym, I’ve got to walk about a half mile to get there from the train.  Why?  Because I signed up at the wrong gym!  There’s one closer to my house, but I totally forgot until I passed it the other day on my way to work.  I am an awesome idiot!

GRILLLLLLLED CHEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!

Unlike in the times I have previously belonged to a gym, I don’t beat myself up when I don’t go.  I just go when I can, and I work hard.  Right now I’m just doing all sorts of cardio to build up my stamina in moving around a lot for prolonged periods of time.  Saturday I ran.  On a treadmill, since there’s no indoor track, but it felt good.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t for a very long time (because I may have drank a bit the night before and was kind of tired), but that was ok.  When I was tired of running, I went and cardio’d on another machine.  And when I was tired of that, I went on another.

I avoid cycling, just so you know.  It hurts my knees and I personally don’t want to just sit and pedal.  I like riding real bicycles, but I don’t have one yet so I’ll just wait until I finally work up the nerve (and save the money) to get one.

I’ve seen quite a lot of boobies in my first week at the gym.  Don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I’ve never been to a gym where there were showers before.  It’s just that I’ve not belonged to a gym where there were lots of naked ladies walking around the locker room.    I’ve only showered in a gym twice, and both times it wasn’t because I’d used the gym and was sweaty.  The first time was because I’d completed an abnormally messy autopsy and even my protective gear couldn’t shield me from the extreme amounts of gore that this particular case contained (thinking about getting a motorcycle or a minivan?  Let’s talk!), and the second time was because I was living out of my car and desperately needed a shower.  Regardless, showering in public places isn’t really my thing, and when I trying to tie my shoes, surrounded by boobs and already being hugely immature about everything, well…I’m trying to not be so ashamed of being a lady.  I have come a long way, though.  I still giggle at butts on tv*.

Anyhow, I’ve got my first session with a personal trainer tomorrow, which is fun?  I’m a little scared about it.  I’m sure he’s going to be nice (I hope) but it’s enough that I’ve been panicky about meeting new people in general lately, but now I’m going to have to work out, all red-faced and huffing and puffing and yeah, maybe farting a bit, like a fat kid, in front of this ultrafit guy…what the hell was I thinking?  And don’t be weird, I’d still be stressed out if my personal trainer was a lady.  Perhaps even moreso, because I only get along with nerdsly, awkward ladies**.

So that’s my gym story at the moment.  If anyone has any suggestions (that are not thongs or no underpants) for underpants that won’t give me a wedgie while jogging/ellipting, I would greatly appreciate it.  Because boy shorts are the worst***

*Because I am 12. I feel like we’ve established this a lot.

**If you’re a lady and my friend and you’re like “whatever I’m not a nerd!” I’m sorry.  Yes you are.  Embrace it.

***TMI?  They’re cute and comfy OUTSIDE of the gym.

Let’s go to auditions!

Welcome to a post I wrote on Friday, December 30th!

I just had an audition for a Director’s show at Second City.  Yes.  Yes.  Second City.  Oooooo.  I’ve not taken any classes at Second City.  I’ve heard bad and good, and I’ll possibly end up taking classes there some day maybe?  Who knows.  There are a ton of places to take classes and workshops here, and they’re all fantastic, right?  I don’t know yet.

The last two auditions for things were a bit awkward.  The ComedySportz audition, my first, was fun but weird since I had no clue what to expect and was nervous to meet new people and audition for a “serious” (in the sense that is a well-known institution of comedic happenings) thing.  While it was fun, I really just wanted to watch everyone else and was too “wow…here I am!  Wow…” about it to really do well.  I was also super SUPER green and hadn’t started classes at the Annoyance yet.

The sketch/improv audition I went to after that blew goats like serious because I was so nervous and felt like everyone was more competitive than anything.  And since I’m a wide-eyed puppy when it comes to most things, I just blew it big-time but doing shitty improv instead of taking shitty offers and making fireworks and magical happiness appear.

This audition, though…this was different.  Of course, it started off sweaty and awkward (I’d been running up and down stairs trying to figure out where I was actually supposed to be).  Auditions are so weird.  I want to say hello and introduce myself to people and be like “omg, auditions, right?!” but I don’t say anything.  No one else really does, either.  Auditions are a lot like funerals: You’re all there for the same reason, but you don’t really know what to say.  Everyone sits in silence, and then someone finally comes in (the person running the audition…or the family of the deceased) and lets everyone know that it’s ok to speak, and  they’re glad you came to share this time with them.

Our (potential) director came in and told us to have fun, support each other, and just do some fucking improv.  And all the weight in the world just disappeared, and we were suddenly pals, no questions asked.  It. was. awesome*.

I believe in my powers...I believe in the powers of my teammates!

For thirty minutes, we just did improv.  And lo, it was glorious!  I am honestly so unconcerned with whether I get a callback or not, because I feel so happy that I CAN AUDITION and not feel like I screwed everything up!  It is a magical feeling.

Afterwards, none of us spoke to each other and we definitely did not have celebratory beers...or eye contact.

The best part about this blog post is that I’m going to hit save, now, and find out in one hour if I get a callback, and then write more about how I feel about things!

Hey!  It’s a few hours later!  I didn’t hear anything so I definitely didn’t get a callback, but I’m still in an obscenely good mood.  I mean, I know I’m not going to get stuff right away because I still have so much to learn, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.  That would be completely dumb.  Auditioning for stuff gives me experience with auditioning, which is great.  The more comfortable I become at auditioning, the more my personality and playing style will shine through.  Huzzah!  Honestly, and I know this is super cliche but there’s a reason why cliche’s exist…for blogging.  Anyhow, it’ll happen when it happens.  And when it happens, it’ll be pretty cool.  And, as my sister-in-law said, sometimes people pass your info along to other directors and stuff, if they think you’d be better for something else.  And now I know where Second City is**!

And I have an audition for something else on January 8th, so yeah!

*Standing outside of the deMaat theatre, I repeated to myself (internally) “I believe in my powers. I believe in the powers of my teammates.”  New pre-audition ritual?  I love Mystery Men so very, very much.

**I need to get out more.