Luck be a Lady

especially if she's the one in charge of casting!! I just got through three rounds of a different audition today. I am feeling like for once in my year, I have some healthy luck in my corner. Even got to read sides in a saucy French accent! Now I'm just crossing my fingers and toes and hoping that I hear good news from somebody soon.

My voice/acting coaches and the casting directors I've encountered keep telling me that it's only a matter of time before I work again, so we shall see.

Started the morning with a rogue addition to the pattern of intense dreams I've been having of late. Something about roaming around abandoned buildings on a treasure hunt with my exes ... that may or may not have been on this planet. And there was a pool and I had a pretty dress. Verdict? I am WAY too relaxed and happy, so my subconscious is kicking up the roller coaster a notch!

Off to Into the Heights tomorrow. There will have to be a lot of bronzing involved, and my ability to flex Latina at this point in my sad Casper-state of skin might be a little diminished. But hey, cautious optimism is the way to be!

Just for the happy: here's your daily dose of Joe.....

(Thinks to self... I have other things you can lift...)

Final Call Backs & Opportunity

Made it through to the end of the audition for Guys and Dolls and Hello Dolly in Cohoes, NY. I've definitely been auditioning for these musicals since May! Now just have to wait for a call...

In other news, my day followed a theme of finding opportunity within every difficulty. The ultimate manifestation of this was my train ride home from a date to see the Avengers (which, btw, was a wonderfully silly action-gasm. I love me some Tony Stark).

(that SASS!)

Anyway, most New Yorkers have come across the late night music blasters on public transportation at least once during their stay in the city that never sleeps.

I'm no exception. Tonight I was taking the 2 train uptown (the 6 train that actually takes me close to my apartment was predictably NOT running). There I was, chilling real hard, planning to dive back into my new book (Buddha Walks into a Bar), when some ignorant fools start BLASTING horrendous music out of their HEADPHONES at 1am.

The average New Yorker would probably consider the situation hopeless and do everything in his or her power to ignore the noise.

Me? At first, I'm zen about it. Then, the adorable but super drunk gay boy on my left starts moaning out loud (the volume really was ridiculous) at the music blasters. Of course, I'm like "oh no, I feel compelled to mediate!" Kindly, politely, I indicate to the sleeping woman and baby being disturbed by the obnoxiousness that is said heinously loud music, and appeal to the better nature of these young men.

When common sense does not deter le noise makers, I find myself inspired to make the best of the situation. I start a little shoulder bump, then get a groove going. I throw my hand up and get my white girl shrug on. Before I know it, my new gay boyfriend and the lovely tattooed couple on my right get into the movement. New gay boyfriend pulls out some crazy harmony to whatever caterwauling is coming from the earphones, and you best believe I start beat boxing just for the giggles. The poor awakened mother and I share a moment of solidarity with a little raise the roof a la the 80s.

I kid you not, suddenly t'was a DANCE PARTY right in the middle of the subway car.

Teaching peace through dance, y'all... it's a daily struggle. Keep the love alive!

OH and Beware the Monster Beats:

More Callbacks... any day now!

Got called back through a Hairspray audition today... though I didn't have local housing in the rogue city of Media, PA, and I was taller than most boys in the room (don't even get me started on the adorable but tiny girls).

Siiigh. Tomorrow off to another callback! No more details unless I have good news. Eep!

Until then, enjoy this man lifting this tire:

Compelling

http://www.buzzfeed.com/expresident/most-powerful-photographs-ever-taken

One of my favorites, Christians protecting Muslims as they pray in Cairo:

Sometimes yours truly needs a good cry and to remember what's important in life. Glad to say that this link helped me with both.

Practice

My yoga teacher on Mondays at the gym is like a ditzy blonde who never quite grew up or out... but she's approaching her sixties. So rogue.

Today was a day of independent singing practice, working out, and tutoring. Not to mention a little organization and bill paying and prep for auditions & Africa.

Someone who will remain nameless is getting a transatlantic evil eye for neglecting to inform me about the necessary visa one must have to travel in Tanzania. Grr. Argh.

Ah well. Today's calming bit of wisdom is courtesy of my dear old dad vis a vis his Lakota elder teacher friend:

" Man's natural inclination is to be driven by predatory self interest. To distance oneself from all those tendencies, one must accept that we are already connected, alike, related, and as such, perfect."

Drama Desk Awards

SO tired, but can't sleep. Stalked Bernadette Peters and inadvertently plowed through Tom Edden of One Man, Two Guvnors. Am convinced he won his Drama Desk award for his portrayal of that mess of an old man Alfy because of the positive karmic vibes bestowed on him by myself and the lovely Christine.

Discovered that my ample rear is simply too insurmountable for certain garments. Mad Men tailors, please head my way!

Summah Time

Audition season's getting light, so I'll probably be sporadic here for a little bit.

In fun performer news, I'm heading to the Drama Desk awards with a girlfriend tomorrow! Maybe I'll come back with some new superstah buddies :-)

In the meantime, I stole this from a friend because I love the genuine hope in this:

"The choice to be happy isn't some long term goal that's way off in the future; it's a daily occurrence. Every morning I wake up, I can choose to be happy. Every moment of every day, I can decide how I feel. Your mood may be the only thing you have total and complete control of."

Who says college students can't be life muses?!

Until later,

Your Broadway Baby