So remember that commercial I auditioned for because I am on a mission to do things completely out of my comfort zone?
I GOT A CALL BACK!!! OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!
I have my second audition TODAY!
I am supposed to wear what I normally wear for errands but I’m pretty sure they don’t really mean that. Because otherwise I’d show up in my yoga pants with the hole in the knee.
Also which means the yoga pants may or may not be on their 2nd or 3rd day.
Also there would be a chance my hair wouldn’t be washed or my makeup would be from the night before.
But, I’ve been washing my face all week like a good girl and using Clearasil like a teenager because I have birthed TWO pimples this week. Because why wouldn’t I, I have skin like a 16 year old. I will also very likely grow another one on the drive over like last time.
Especially since it’s in Orlando, which gives it time for maybe even two.
I will also have a lot of time to think about my audition on the way over. I will try not to though because my strategy of “trying not to care” seemed to work out pretty well the first time.
I am going to go with that.
This was always just for fun and to scare myself into trying new things.
I won’t lie. I’m pretty terrified. Secretly. I hope I don’t get nervous stomach. My sister knows what that means. She gets it too.
Anyways, I will be tweeting and Facebooking from whatever teeny tiny room they put me in before it’s time to go in because I will be consulting the support of you, my virtual friends who I love.
I hope the outfit I think I have chosen is appropriate. Because I was running around like a madperson trying to figure out what to wear. Something flattering yet not flashy, something errandy but not yoga pants. THIS IS HARD! It’s all spread out over my bed and I’ve been in agony for days.
Jeans? Trendy? Mom-ish? A casual dress? (Like I’d be food shopping in that…) Black pants? Not only am I supposed to wear something “flattering” it has to look “errand-y” and also I have to bring a second outfit.
How do I do this?!
I hope I am not late.
Most of all, I hope I don’t sweat too much. Especially not that boob sweat I get or the sweat mustache. I hate those.
I hope it’s air conditioned.
Whatever I choose I will have to be one with it. And I shall to OOZE confidence. (Hopefully only confidence.)
OK. After I pick up the kiddo from school around noon, off I go…
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