I awoke at an ungodly hour this morning (where in my world ungodly is anything before seven) because I actually have something to do today. Gasps all around, right? I'm headed over to a neighboring town that houses our regional university, which takes some planning beforehand and includes a drive, thus the up at dawn thing. When Ethan got up and saw that I was not in holey yoga pants with yesterday's eye makeup on, he of course asked where I was going.

I answered, "I'm going to WT (West Texas A & M University) to hold a mock audition for some of the college students."

He blinked. I explained.

"So that they will know what a real audition will be like."

He frowned.

"I'm going to tell them, 'You did this and this wrong, this was good, but this could be better.'"

His frown deepened.

At this point, I felt like I was being judged by the almost twelve year-old. I asked, "What?"

He grumbled, "I don't want you to be the bad guy."

I have to admit, I was taken aback. I've never thought of auditors as 'the bad guy.' I've thought of them as a judge, as someone I want to please, and as the thing standing between me and the next job, but not the bad guy.

Well, crap. I'm the bad guy?

Wait. I'm the bad guy. This is sort of growing on me, now. It has a kind of mystique,right? It's shrouded in mystery and cloaked in coolness.

Except for the fact that I'm not getting paid and it's for a college Theatre II class.

Meh. I'm not the bad guy. I'm going to shoot for "Not the Lame Guy." Or girl, as the case may be.

Hope I don't miss.

(And hey! Look! I changed my username! After six years of living with something I chose on a whim and had to explain constantly ("No, sorry, I don't think I'm queen of the Underworld"), I'm now ME. It's a good feeling.)