Today I had an 11:25 am audition. I was home by 11:31. And I even stopped at the store on the way back.
My dream is to work for this theatre company, not least because it's just one block from my apartment. But it likely won't happen. They're very, very good, and have access to the city's top talent. Yet every year for, I think, the past four years, I've gone there and done my stuff at their season generals. And every year I don't get called back.
At least, though, I've shown them something different and new every time. Whether it's better, who knows? I would capture this picture of mild disappointment with my awesome new camera phone, but the lens creates super-disturbing distortion in close-up self portrait mode. Instead, here is my Franz Kafka magnetic finger puppet. He's saying, "Get used to futility. Chump!"