Some of you may remember how I once waxed poetic about my ability to graciously navigate social waters. BWAHAHAHAHAHA… that never happened. Instead, I may have mentioned about 8 katrillion times of my penchant for awkwarding up a social situation with two hands tied behind my back. It’s totes a gift and one that I wear with humiliation and cheese curds!
It turns out a new opportunity has presented itself for me to display my gift of awkward anxiety… cheese curds anyone? The sweet people of Four Seasons Theatre Company (they who let me become the old olive tree in a production of “The Garden” two years ago) have once again thought of me for a role in their upcoming musical, Mary Poppins. I wrestled with the decision of whether or not I’d want to audition for an actual role in a play that included scary things like costumes and makeup… and a solo about 3 keys higher than my vocal range of comfort… low and slow… bring it on! High and die… wear your earplugs! I had learned of the role about a month before the actual auditions and had made my mind up approximately 18 times that I was and then I wasn’t going to attempt it. Three days before the audition, I made my mind up that I wasn’t going to do it and I was at peace with the decision. But then my madre ran into a lady at church connected with the theatre company who told her they hoped I’d audition. I somehow made it to the audition. I really don’t think it was on my own two legs or right mind… it was like I was floating along in a trance of “spoon full of sugar” juice. The audition didn’t go like I wanted it to… I was extra nervous and my high notes were strained and then I somehow messed up the words and stopped my own audition in the middle of it letting them know that they’d heard a plenty. GREAT DIRECTION, WHITMEISTER!
They put the cast list up tonight:
I’d like to note that I’m coming full circle on my hatred of all things bird… being attacked by an angry turkey when I was 4, accosted by an angry owl, pooped on by a friendly magpie, and countless baby birds falling into my window well is about to go down. Also, the resemblance is UNCANNY!
The song I sing, Feed the Birds is a lovely song about not judging a book by its cover… and probably a whole lotta other stuff that I haven’t discovered yet. In other news, apparently I’m typecast at the age of 36 as “old”. Old Olive Trees and Old Bird Women… I could probably sign up to join the AARP, considering! Take some deep breaths in and out, Whit-Knee… time to step outta your comfort zone again. Do it for the love of all things bird! Thank you for the opportunity, ye’ sweet people of Four Seasons Theatre Company!
This view will never be the same. This is a picture of the former Golden Toaster church. Sayanora, historic church and view. I once broke a pew by sitting on it in this church approximately 15 years ago when I weighed 530 pounds. That’s probably why they tore it down. 😛
This is how Lucy-Fur sleeps. It’s pretty freaky. One eye wide open and snoring. No one sleeps with their eyes open unless it’s a zombie. Lucy… you got some ‘splainin’ to do!