I’m going to my first audition today. Oh, boy – oh, boy – oh boy! I hope I get the part! I’m sure I can do a great job. I can’t see why they won’t chose me. I’m perfect, in an average-joe sort of way. I can blend in or be made up to stand out. My hair is longish-shortish and my eyes are not exactly hazel but kind of chameleon-ish. I can change just like a chameleon. Slick my hair back or fluff it out. Curl it or keep it straight. Spike it up or look normal – like everyone else. I can dye it, cut it, add extensions or buzz it off. It’s just hair, after all. I can wear wedges or boots or heels. I can slouch or stand tall and straight. I can follow a script to the letter or improvise – whatever you want. Just pick me, please.
My first audition