sleepyI 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.)
