I signed up for an audition.
I had it firmly in my little pea brain that the audition date was 5/4.
I remembered this clearly because that is my dear husband’s birthday and I felt kind of guilty about having an audition on “his” day. But I knew he’d understand.
Usually, I pick out my audition song (from my sizable repertoire) well in advance. But for some reason, I just couldn’t settle on a song for this audition. But the night before the audition, my husband made a suggestion, and I realized it would work very well.
So, the day before the audition (5/3), I printed my headshot and resume. (And went through a ton of music, trying to figure out what to use.)
The day of the audition, I got up early, so my voice would be properly warmed up.
I copied out the music, put it in plastic sleeves and into a 3-ring binder with my headshot and photo.
Double checked the audition confirmation so I knew where I was supposed to go.
Since it’s an age-appropriate role, I didn’t bother much with makeup – just a the eyebrows (my gray eyebrows tend to disappear), eye liner and lip gloss.
Picked out what to wear (including shoes).
Put on my favorite earrings – OUCH (how does a 40+ year old piercing still close up from time to time?).
Made sure I had everything, include my plastic bottle of enhanced water.
Got in the car, told the GPS where we were going.
Drove and got to the audition location.
And, it’s disturbingly quiet. Cars are parked there, but there are always cars there.
But the door is locked and no lights are on.
I decided perhaps they are at lunch. After all my audition time is 1 p.m. and (as usual) I am quite early.
(My first voice teacher taught me nobody should expect anyone to sing before noon, and I wholeheartedly agree!)
I also drive around the building, just to see if they have the back door open.
I try doublechecking my confirmation e-mail, but the link won’t work.
At 12:50, I try pounding on the door.
I go back to the car, and wonder if I should drive to the theater – maybe, even with my doublechecking, the auditions are at the theater.
Maybe they changed it and somehow I didn’t get a notification.
I go onto Safari (on my phone) and it loads the audition link, and yes, I’m at the right place. (Whew.)
Then I see the date.
The f*cking audition is NEXT Saturday.
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck.
I do this.
I get a date stuck in my head and I am absolutely sure I know the date.
But I don’t. I have the wrong date stuck in my head.
So I accepted the fact that my little pea brain has once again pranked me, and went home and baked a chocolate cake and made peanut butter chocolate chip frosting for my husband’s birthday.
I guess it wasn’t a total loss.
I have everything ready for next Saturday’s audition.
I got a blog post out of it.
And the cake was delicious!