Posted by jessica on May 3, 2011 with
7 Comments
in
Performance,
Thoughts and Feelings
as
audition,
booty shorts,
broadway tour,
chubby,
everything,
first audition,
headshot,
hightops,
hot mess,
kind,
leotard,
leotards,
mess,
metatarsal,
mock turtleneck,
pop,
time,
type,
vocal chords,
while
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 21, 2010 with
16 Comments
in
Performance,
photography
as
Auto,
Barney,
bumble bee,
card,
denim,
doin,
Draft,
gift,
gift card,
hi mom,
home,
journal,
leotard,
pair,
phone,
pointe shoes,
reading a book,
South Korea,
tutu,
Whaddaya
“Hi mom, whatcha doin’ tonight?” I asked over the phone, while driving home.
“Right now, I’m just reading a book, why?” she said.
“Well, do you feel like taking pictures of me? I’m thinking of trying to win a gift card to Barney’s and if I send in a picture of me wearing denim, I could…Whaddaya say?” I asked.
“Okay.” she agreed, and that was that.
Or rather, that was this:
I threw in some pointe shoes. Just because.
See, sometimes I try to clean my room. And, inevitably, I stumble upon something I love. Like an old journal. Or a favorite pair of pants that I forgot about. Or a pair of pointe shoes.
In this case, the black pointe shoes I wore while playing Iris in Fame! the musical, over in South Korea.
Oh, I got to wear them with a yellow leotard and this horrible, cheap black tutu that was waaaaaay to short and so made my legs look even longer than normal.
Everyone referred to that little costume as the bumble bee.
And yes, you should be jealous.
But if you really want, I bet you could find a cheap and tiny black tutu for about ten dollars, come Halloween. And, when paired with a yellow leotard, you can be called the bumble bee too.
And then you no longer would have to be jealous.
I say we have a plan.
Posted by jessica on May 12, 2010 with
13 Comments
in
I Lift My Eyes Up,
Thoughts and Feelings
as
ballet class,
chord progression,
Don,
God,
leotard,
nice surprise,
Option,
Peace,
piano,
something,
time,
whole lot of nothing
There is a trick to dancing; it is called relax and the movement will come easier. There is a trick to singing; it is called relax and the sound will come easier. Not that it will come easy, mind you. I don’t really believe that anything of value comes very easy, but there’s something about [...]
Posted by jessica on Nov 13, 2009 with
6 Comments
in
Performance,
photography,
Thoughts and Feelings
as
A Chorus Line,
Cassie,
leotard,
monumental task,
packaging supplies,
Parcels,
parr,
Paul,
side,
Stuff,
theater,
theater/tour,
time to go home,
way
Boxes. Parcels. Packages. Do those words incite the same kind of excitement in you as they do me? And no, I am not talking Christmas here. Not yet, anyway. But it’s on parr with that, I’d say–the greatest of holidays. It’s time to go home. To box up my stuff, tape it up tight, and [...]
Posted by jessica on Jul 13, 2009 with
No Comments
in
Performance,
Thoughts and Feelings
as
dance,
exit sign,
journey,
leotard,
Michael Bennett,
monologue,
part,
second skin,
show,
theater/tour,
week,
wonky
On Tuesday, after having had more than a week off from the show and if I were to be totally honest, dealing with ribs that hadn’t healed yet, I was feeling…wonky. Weird in a leotard all over again. Trying to find my center. Wondering where the heck it was that I spotted when I did [...]
I threw in some pointe shoes. Just because.
See, sometimes I try to clean my room. And, inevitably, I stumble upon something I love. Like an old journal. Or a favorite pair of pants that I forgot about. Or a pair of pointe shoes.
In this case, the black pointe shoes I wore while playing Iris in Fame! the musical, over in South Korea.
Oh, I got to wear them with a yellow leotard and this horrible, cheap black tutu that was waaaaaay to short and so made my legs look even longer than normal.
Everyone referred to that little costume as the bumble bee.
But if you really want, I bet you could find a cheap and tiny black tutu for about ten dollars, come Halloween. And, when paired with a yellow leotard, you can be called the bumble bee too.
