The Elevator of Good News

This morning started off with a bang and a 6am Pilates class at my gym. Then I was up and off to my third callback for Cats at CAP21 (Conservatory Arts Program 21)... I'd really love to get this showcase, particularly this show... I just LOVE the music and the movement and the fun to be had in playing a cat.  I'll make sure to send a thank you email tomorrow at work, and hopefully I'll hear from them soon!!

After I was done at CAP in Chelsea, I power walked up to Pearl Studios at 34th just in time for the Disney call, only to realize that, despite the casting breakdown, they were really only looking for people 5'4 and under. A.k.a. so not my type!

Luckily I chanced into the Elevator of Good News (as was announced by its inhabitants), where a lovely young lady told me that the Actor's Equity Association (AEA) Center in Times Square was actually letting non-equity/non-union actors into the building to sing for White Christmas. This is good news because the equity people are verrrrry protective of their union space, and it is rare upon rare for a performer who is not a member of the union to gain entry into those hallowed halls.

The casting team for White Christmas at Paper Mill Theatre in New Jersey was actually quite friendly. Maybe it was the pleasant glow that coasts along after a good lunch, but they actually spoke to me for a long time, worked with me through the song that I chose to sing, gave feedback, and were kind. It was a nice change of pace from the fractured interaction to which I have grown accustomed.

Back in another elevator of good news, I received a voice mail from Dewing/Clemmons casting asking me to come back in to audition at an invited call (a.k.a not an open audition) for Wizard of Oz tour next week. Yay!

Once out of the AEA elevator, I blitzed past Sutton Foster (yes, that star of Tony-award nominated revival, Anything Goes) in the street as I was rushing to make my work study shift at Broadway Dance Center. In a flash, I wondered if the universe was gifting me with a fortuitous freeze frame of what my future could be like... but then a taxi honked to get my attention and I was reminded that today is a gift - that's why they call it the present!

After a day of dance; dinner with cousin Allison, the Cuban, friend Torri and her manservant; and then a raucous ska concert in the lower east side with the Gladi-actor; I find myself thoroughly exhausted. Must doze off now if I am to make 6am yoga manana.

More tomorrow!