Posted by jessica on May 3, 2011 with
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I had an audition this morning. It went very well, actually. It was the first audition I’ve had for a while in which I’ve actually brought everything I needed. Seriously. I am a hot mess.
Three auditions ago, I forgot to bring heels. I only brought my hightops. Which I wore, but still.
Two auditions ago, I brought my bright silver tap heels, and forgot my regular heels. It was a showgirl type thing, too. There was tipping involved. Which I did in jazz flats and booty shorts. Have I mentioned how much I hate jazz flats? I do. I’d rather wear almost anything else. I’d rather wear these really weird, absolutely ridiculous looking practice-your-jump sneakers my brother Jase got for Christmas one year. They had these odd platforms under the metatarsal of each shoe. Like, I said: weird. But maybe even preferable to jazz flats. Plus, all the other girls had their heels and so I ended up looking short at the audition. It was, like, the first time I have ever looked short in my life, I think. Well, I guess I looked kind of short when I was a baby. And chubby, too, my pop loves to remind me.
Last audition I forgot my headshot and resume. UM, HELLO. Jessica Latshaw, you’ve done a Broadway tour, darnit. You might as well forget your vocal chords. Or your legs. So, I scrawled my name and most recent gigs on a sheet of plain white paper. And wouldn’t you know it, but I got that job.
But today I brought everything I needed. I know you’re all proud. Maybe soon I will tell you about how I make my own PB&J sandwiches, too. Real, real grown up-like. But bringing everything to this latest audition was pretty easy to do, since there was no shoe requirement, as it was just a singer call. But I was happy with how I sang. And happy that I did not have to tip in jazz flats. Ew, gross.
I also went to the Grishko store here in the city and tried on a mighty fine silver sleeveless mock turtleneck leotard. Sounds like a lot, I know, but leotards are actually pretty small. Now, I have always had a weakness for leotards with mock turtlenecks. And I really cannot dance in sleeves. I once tried, honest. But ended up cutting off the sleeves mid-class, I got so hot. Sadly, the (mighty fine silver sleeveless mock turtleneck) leotard was a little out of budget, so I did not purchase it. But I am sometimes just as happy trying things on in stores as I am buying them.
Sometimes.
I know that’s probably strange. I have never pretended to be normal. I just admitted my love for leotards, for goodness’ sake. Case in point.
Posted by jessica on Aug 30, 2010 with
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He used to call me his broadway baby and I didn’t like the way that sounded. Because the alliteration annoyed me and also, I was only doing a Broadway tour, mind you, and I didn’t want to pretend otherwise.
He wrote me a half of a song once. Half of a song. That about sums it up because he never did finish it. Also, the words “broadway baby” were in the chorus. I would suggest a change, something that sounded a little less cliche, perhaps, but it was his song. Or rather, his half of a song.
He recently told me that he found a box of cards that people had written to me, stashed away in some corner of the house he still lives in. He asked me if I wanted those cards. I remembered that I am me, that I love words, that a card is a special and dear thing, so I said, “Um, yeah.” And then he told me that he would make sure there were no cards in the box from him. There was a pause in the conversation then, with that last phrase, “cards…from him…” hanging in the air between us. “I know I wasn’t very good at giving you cards,” he finally said. And then I laughed. I burst out into laughter like he was Jim Gaffigan, a standup comic that actually makes me laugh, because not many do.
And he listened to my laughter and amended his remark to, “I know I wasn’t very good at giving you cards, among other things.”
And all I could do was agree.
Because no, he wasn’t very good at giving me cards, but that is maybe close to the bottom of a very long list of things he wasn’t very good at when it came to me.
And he never did finish that song.
And now I no longer want him to.
