Thursday, October 16, 2003
two of my favorite things. robot arms, and monkeys.
again with the leaving the house at six thirty to stand on line for three hours. this time i got to read a paragraph. the monkey asked how it went. i said, it wasn't even an audition. it was three sentences. it's like walking into that cruddy linoleum studio and saying to the casting director, hi, my name is louella and today i'm going to do fifteen feet of verse from romeo and juliet and the note B flat. my mother said on the phone, how can anyone know what you can do from that?
oh, they don't. whatever.
again with the leaving the house at six thirty to stand on line for three hours. this time i got to read a paragraph. the monkey asked how it went. i said, it wasn't even an audition. it was three sentences. it's like walking into that cruddy linoleum studio and saying to the casting director, hi, my name is louella and today i'm going to do fifteen feet of verse from romeo and juliet and the note B flat. my mother said on the phone, how can anyone know what you can do from that?
oh, they don't. whatever.
