I'm in the process of writing my story of when I was living in NYC studying acting. There's a lot to my story and for many years it's been so private and special it was hard to even talk about. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times :) If you're just tuning in, I suggest you start at Part I for it to make sense. All links in order at the bottom of this blog entry. I promise it's a juicy read. These entries often include actual journal entries from that time in my life. I'm so grateful I documented so much! Once I finish here, I hope to expand into a book. I'm posting these frequently but they'll also be interspersed with real time blogs :) Thanks for reading & supporting!
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"The Donkey Show" was such a part of my "NYC experience". Like I said before, this was the Off Broadway show loosely based on "Midsummer Nights Dream" set to disco music. I'd disco skated on the weekends from 9 -12th grade and was sure I'd been born in the wrong decade. Walking into "The Donkey Show" was like walking into my greatest fantasy come to life. One of my teachers from ATC was even in the show. She shared the small role of Disco Girl and understudied the leads. I never did get to see her perform it, though. I went twice. Once with Adrianna on her visit and another when once of my best friends from home, Rachel, would come to visit. More on her visit coming soon.
I knew I had to audition for this show and kept an eye out for it in Backstage. I ended up auditioning three times. The first time I knew where I went wrong. They taught us the hustle first and made cuts. I gave it too much of a "modern" style and saw that they weren't interested in anything other but the simplicity of the old school hustle. I made it past another round the second time. Then came audition #3.
"I got to Club Flamingo at one 1 ended up auditioning at 4:30. About 130 people there. First, the Bus Stop (hustle). First cut. Then the Bus Stop and Soul Train. Second cut. Then singing..."This is the story of a love that flourished in a time of hate" (my audition was from Aidia). Third cut. Doing the "Vinnie" and being asked if I was willing to cut my hair.
*We were asked to read for the Vinnies, in pairs. There were two Vinnies, played by women but dressed as men. I remember a girl with very long hair saying she was not willing to cut her hair and they let her go right then and there. I couldn't believe it. It blew my mind that you would be that close and let something like your hair hold you back.
Fourth cut. Singing "Ring My Bell" (A song Titania sings in the show). Now we were down to THIRTEEN GIRLS. We were then told that we were right for the show, and fit into the parts and that they were only casting two of the women roles right now. Then they took me and 3 or 4 others aside, telling us we were right for the other parts. They were going to be putting us on file and would call us when they opened up."
Nothing ever happened with the show, but I will always remember how exciting that day was for me and how great it felt to go far in the audition process of my dream show at that time. I'll never forget how magical it was every time a cut was made and I stayed. I may not have done the show, but I will always love this story.
Meanwhile, I was still in the whirlwind that was The Guy. A new world was opening up to me more and more all the time. Which, naturally got me thinking and wondering what the future would hold for me. I could hardly imagine it, but I was starting to wonder.
"...I'm always looking at or for wedding bands. Just looking at people. What they look like. Beautiful, odd looking, smart, preppy, etc. Wondering who they're married to, how they met, how so many people found their mate. And if they did...how? And is it real? Is it possible? Can so many people have truly found their mate? Is it just the next best thing? Did they settle?
Anyway...I like someone knowing my drink order. Loaning me something of theirs. Waking up with someone. The other day it was hmmm...debating to get up and go to class, or lay in The Guys arms longer and longer? No question about it. The last time we were together it was romantic. I need romance."
So The Guy just left me a message. It almost scared me to get it. I'm just so happy he's interested. He wants to meet up tonight. I'm supposed to meet Oscar for a movie and I was supposed to go dancing with Darren. I don't want to do either and if I did now I would be thinking about how I could be hanging out with The Guy. So I'm trying so hard to listen to myself. To go with my gut. Do what I want to do for me. And right now that's go with The Guy instead. Is this self indulgent? Maybe. But what's more important? No question I'm doing the right thing.
The Guy was starting to become my priority and I don't know that I was fully aware of that, or what that would mean at this point. I think I was trying to convince myself that it was okay. I could never have guessed how things would unfold over the next year.
Thinking about school starting soon and the fact that I would have to make that commute from the Bronx daily was killing me. I was just going to have to move to Manhattan! And I did. In fact, I lucked out big time. All in time for Rachel to come visit me...
Part 1: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-york-state-of-mind.html
Part 2: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-york-state-of-mind-part-ii.html
Part 3: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-3.html
Part 4: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-4.html
Part 5: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-5.html
Part 6: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-6.html
Part 7: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-in-process-of-writing-my-story-of.html
Part 8: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-8.html
Time to Press Pause: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-to-press-pause.html
Part 9: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-9.html
Part 10: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-10.html
Part 11: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-part-11.html
Part 12: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-york-diaries-par-12.html
Part 13 (with an extra shot) http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-york-diaries-part-13-with-extra.html
Part 14: http://beanerlarue.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-york-diaries-part-14.html