Life is a Broadway Show
As I awoke from my bed, anxious thoughts and feelings of the day I was about to encounter swarmed throughout my untested mind. I had been working for years on my repertoire as an actress, dancer, and singer and today was my big day. I was to finally make use of all my training and set out on my first audition. I was trying out for a great part in a Broadway show: a beautiful damsel in distress living in a household full of strangers. I had dreamed for nineteen year of being a star. I pushed my anxiousness aside and leaped out of bed, showered, and put on this new pair of stretch low-waist warn denim jeans with a black peasant blouse. I topped off my new outfit with real snakeskin boots. I felt trendy, ready to hit the active life of New York City. The idea of a well-balanced breakfast crossed my mind, but I didn't want to risk my belly hanging noticeably over my stylish bearing-waist jeans. A final approval from my full-length mirror energized me and was out the door in a flash. In fact, as I found later, I left so fast that I left my door wide open.It was 9:15; I would have to hurry if I was to make the 9:30 subway. Just as the automatic train doors closed, I was gripped with panic when I r
I was too embarrassed to move while the vicious dog licked my face and hair as if I was covered with peanut butter. Just about the time my happy thoughts became the norm, I brushed my fingers through my still bright blonde locks. Finally at my destination, I was still weary and in spite of my positive reassurance to myself, I was still a bit unsure of the outcome of my audition. By this time it was a little after 10:00 and I realized that I still had plenty of time to get to my audition. Even though I was late I pushed all apprehensions aside and marched straight through the door and up the stairs to the 2nd floor, Suite B. Overcome by my life long fear of dogs, I dashed toward the sidewalk, doing my best imitation of OJ Simpson's famous airport dash, slipped on a cola can, broke the heel off of my snazzy snakeskin boots, and landed on the curb with a thud. "So, the part is yours if you would like. "I thought about how long it had taken me to get to this point in my life. I wasn't going to let even this major mishap wreck my focus for the day. Finishing with, "She's a plain, very lost girl. To my horror my hand came back covered with a pallid colored, goopy piece of bird droppings. Walking into my dilapidated apartment building, I reminded myself that I am a struggling actress and we all make sacrifices for our craft.
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