auditions..

This week marks my 2 month anniversary of living in LA. So far, I've been on about 12 auditions, but no luck yet. Though it has been dissapointing that I havent booked my first job here, I am beginning to feel more at home. No longer being stared at by my peers with a questioning look in thier eyes; "who are you? ...are you good enough to be here?..are you my competition?"


I have an appointment for another audition this morning. Maybe this will be the one, the icebreaker, the first job booked!...but maybe not. Either way nothing changes. I will go and forfeit my real name for a number, last time I was "#74," wonder what number I'll be today. I'll warm up my body, make last minute adjustments to my "audition outfit," fix my hair and lastly drop all insecurity and doubt and begin learning the combination...but as usual I will see in my periphery those questioning eyes..."who are you? are you good enough to be here? Are you my competetion?" and I guess I can answer them pretty blunty.."I am nobody but this numbered sticker right now trying to stay attached to my sweated shirt. I am indeed good enough to be here. More than good enough. I am not YOUR competetion. I am everyone's, including my own."




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