What is more depressing than auditions where actors don't show up? It's a wonder I didn't crack open the whiskey sooner. As it was, I was just taking an extra-marvellous sip when an actor scheduled for 6pm showed up ... roughly 8:30pm. Mostly a dancer, but a better actor than he thinks he is. I know where I want to use him in the show.
Now I'm waiting for another actor to show up. My friend Chelsea. But we're just going to drink and laugh and watch movies. She'll officially audition tomorrow, and I will officially prance about like a slithering pixie.
Audition for my play, you bastards. I'm fun to work with and I'll buy you drinks. Jesus, I'm offering alcohol to strangers so they'll be in my play. Am I a whore or a producer? Is there a difference?