Later today, thanks to the glorious men of the messenger center, I was able to sneak out yet again to audition for White Christmas at Ripley Grier. Sadly Randy Skinner (choreographer) was not in the room (he's seen me in his tap class from time to time, so the face recognition can be helpful).
The audition ran like an efficient dream machine. Thirty people at a time, three lines of ten. They teach the four counts of eight at lightning speed (siiiiigh gotta love showgirly '50s style tap... Gene Kelly, come back to me!). Then each line gets to do the combination once with the assistants and once by themselves. Next, each person does the routine solo, with the piano accompaniment.
The combination is SO fun and fast and beautifully stylized, I only wish whoever stole my tap shoes last week might have grown a conscience today and slipped them back into my bag. No such luck, so I did the routine in soft shoe character heels and smiled my little heart out.
The director came up to me, asked what happened to my tap shoes (I told him the truth, that they had been stolen), then he asked me my availability. Unfortunately they didn't keep me to dance again, but hey, the nice director man talked to me! Next time I go in I will most ASSUREDLY have new tap shoes :-)
Now for an afternoon of PR clips and coordinating meetings, followed by an evening of TV commercial training with agents alongside my glorious, leggy, brunette namesake.
Stand Back a moment, Breathe, and Remember: a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.
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