Back to Auditions.

According to the Rachelyn Dictionary, the phrase "Back to Auditions" is defined: "Re-learning to handle rejection."

It's been a while since I've truly ached over an audition. The last time I remember crying over one was in late January/early February due to not getting cast in a musical I REALLY wanted to be in, and my close friend was cast, so I thought I was going to have to deal with the pain every time he went to rehearsals. A little dramatic? Just a tiny bit. It didn't hit me until probably a week later that I was competing with myself in auditions--no one else--plus it doesn't mean that I'm terrible and should end my dreams of performing...I just wasn't what they were looking for. You need to walk in there, show them that you're the best thing that ever happened to them, walk out, and forget about it. If not, you'll get discouraged if you constantly mull over them in your mind. It's kind of like having a "their loss" attitude if you aren't cast. ;)

I've known this for years. I've read this in multiple books. Why do I have to remind myself of this?
Ok. I have to admit...that...I had a little pity party for myself complete with hot chocolate and cookies the other night. I had rehearsed, recorded myself,  was critiqued by Rebecca and Austin, rehearsed and rehearsed some more for my first audition here in Chicago. It was for a Rodgers and Hammerstein revue called "Some Enchanted Evening" with a well known theatre company. The director had a "disclaimer" at the start of the auditions stating that he wants to move things along and will cut us when he has heard enough of our voice and will possibly ask some of us to stay longer so he can hear more. I was 4th to audition---I walked in and handed my music to Austin (who is music directing this show!), gave him my tempo, and we began. I sang "I wish I were in Love Again" which is an upbeat and has a quick tempo. I sang about 13 bars which moved very quickly, but these 13 bars were only the introduction and I didn't get to show my favorite parts of the song complete with my acting. I wasn't even into my song until right before I was cut off (My mistake, definitey--not theirs). I knew at that moment that I didn't stand a chance. I walked away from the audition begging inside my mind to please let me show more! I can do better! That was definitely the shortest audition I've experienced. I was reminded that evening of something: Be prepared the minute you walk in the door of the audition space! I was prepared when I got in the building, but as soon as I stepped in front of the director, my mind didn't focus and sing/act as I had rehearsed. Now I know better for next time.

The complete opposite feeling happened last night. I received a group e-mail from a director that I had auditioned for previously that they were wanting ladies to come in and audition that evening for a play at JPAC. They audition was to consist of a comedic monologue. I decided to go ahead an sign up to audition, but I only had a serious one prepared, so I began to learn one that was recommended by my friend. Over the next few hours, I worked and worked at it, and learned it. Since it was originally intended for a guy, I had to change a few words. Here's the monologue:

A Fat Temple



I looked in the mirror the other day and a horrifying thought came to mind, "I'm fat." Now, this started to worry me some so I thought on it throughout the day and then I went to lunch. I was kind of depressed so I didn't eat much. Then a revelation hit me, "Oh no, thinking you're fat is the first sign of anorexia." I could be starving to death and not even know it. Maybe that is why I can't get a date; I'm so scrawny I scare the guys away. And then I continued to consider this and I thought, "Oh no, what is I really am fat?" I could be second away from a heart attack. Maybe the guys think I'm a disgusting blob and that is why I'm single. I couldn't ask anyone because either I'd find out I'm anorexic or huge. So I began to think of way solve this issue. Then I realized I must simply come to terms and look at the positives of one of these issues. When I was young I was told I serve a big God. When I grew older I was told that the body is the temple of God's. So why not look at being fat as simply giving God more room. So I know I am on a daily quest to fight my battle with anorexia. This I promise will eat my way to victory. Please join me in my battle.
 
When I arrived at the audition, I was asked to begin my prepared piece, and I did. I ended proudly, and looked at the director only to see his face emotionless. I looked over at the other man, and he cracked a smile. Soon after, I began the cold reading from the script, which went pretty well. They thanked me, I wished them a good night, and went on my way. On my drive back home, I thought about the audition and could not stop laughing. They probably didn't take it comically at all, and might have taken it seriously! Did they think I was personally struggling with this and that's why I chose that monologue?
Laughing as a opposed to crying was definitely refreshing.
Oh dear. I have some serious reworking of that one to do if I'm ever going to do that monologue again.... ;)
 
Here's a photo from the Caroling gig!



Many people tell me I could be Snow White, but I didn't think that it was my only option until I saw this photo....haha, just kidding--I promise it was the flash and that I have a little bit of color. Well...pink.

Déjà vu.

In the afternoon of Wednesday, November 24, the six Primms squished into either the van or the car to begin a longer-than-planned journey up to Chicago. We had originally wanted to leave Tuesday evening, but if you truly know our family, it would come of no surprise to you that we didn’t leave until almost a day later ;). We did have excusable circumstances, though—one being the absolute necessity to bring our beautiful antique French mirror that we had found a just over a week prior at an estate sale. This proved a difficult task seeing that the mirror is 4’ tall and 5’ wide and couldn’t easily fit into the van with the many other items all crammed together. Mom’s brilliant solution: tie it to the top of the van. Of course, we were quite concerned about it the entire trip, but it made it safely into our apartment with just a little bit of water damage that leaked under the tarp.

We didn’t pull into Chicago until about 10:30am Thanksgiving day due to stopping to rest along the way.  As I was driving into the city and the beautiful architecture came into sight, a comforting feeling came over me. This is a place I know, and I don’t have to start completely over.  As soon as we pulled next to our new apartment, some of us headed over to our friend Austin’s house to prepare the Thanksgiving dinner, since he so graciously offered his kitchen due to our gas not being turned on yet. The other family members began to carry in furniture. The meal was wonderful, and we soon returned to carrying everything in.

The next day, our family took off to Flint, Michigan to clean out the storage unit which held furniture from my grandmother’s home that we stored after she passed away. A trip to Michigan wouldn’t be complete without a stop in Frankenmuth, MI, though! Frankenmuth is a little German town, and our favorite places there are the Bavarian Inn Restaurant (especially the buttered noodles!) and Bronners, which is the world’s largest Christmas store. The Bavarian Inn was our first destination. Snow was flurrying as we drove into the town, which was the perfect setting for the gorgeous Christmas light display. The food was delicious, as always. We soon went to a hotel to return again in the morning to Bronners. Next stop: the storage unit. We crammed the van full of furniture to take back to the apartment. Yep, we even tied a few things to the top—which caused for many stops along the way back to make sure it was secure/stop the tarp from flapping wildly.

It was an odd feeling being in Michigan. It was the first time that I had been there without Dad, so there was a down feeling, but yet there was a bit of comfort that I feel each time I am in Michigan or even just the Midwest. We spent so much time there growing up--visiting our grandparents, friends, other relatives –plus the fact that we were born there.  While driving, Rebecca and I remarked on how we were Midwesterners that grew up in the south…interesting combination for sure.

We all drove back to Chicago, unloaded more furniture, and a few hours later after everyone got a tiny bit of rest, Mom, Matthew, Victor, and Jonathan left to go back to North Carolina. They all were so kind in sacrificing their Thanksgiving break for us. They endured much work and stress just to help us!

Upon returning to Chicago, we were able to see “It’s a Wonderful Life: Live at the Biograph” (amazing cast/production!), “Frosty’s Shakes ‘n Dogs” (cute children’s show) –both of which were musical directed by Austin Cook, and “Home” at Court Theatre. My friend Matthew Sitz, the house manager of Court Theatre, was so kind in hooking Rebecca and me up with fantastic seats to see the show. Everything about the production was incredible.

Rebecca took over the decorating aspect of the apartment and it’s looking quite lovely. We have spent many hours in thrift stores finding the right touches. The thrift stores here in Chicago are amazing. HUGE selection, great prices, and if you go to our favorite thrift store chain, Village Discount Outlet, they are organized as well. It’s night and day difference in organization between the Village Discount and the Salvation Army stores here. The Salvation Army stores are one giant headache!

Reuniting with friends here has been wonderful.  I didn’t think I would ever see some of them again when I left Chicago back in June.  Having Rebecca here hanging out with them too has added an even more fun dynamic!

A huge blessing these past two and half weeks here: Already having 2 gigs. Sunday, December 5, I sang in a Christmas concert put on by my friend Kyle at a beautiful church in Lake Bluff, IL. I was shocked at how many people came out for the event. It was a lovely intimate concert, and the audience members were such kind people. The other event that I sang for was a gig that I found on Craigslist! Michael Goodman, singer/guitarist, posted his need for a female singer to sing with him at a private Christmas party. They were to be costumed as traditional carolers and sing throughout the home. I sent e-mailed my information, exchanged a couple more e-mails with him, and he stated that he would like me to sing with him. He later told me that the reasons why he picked me were because he wanted to help me out, because he read my blog and found out that I had just moved here, and my voice was more of the style that he was looking for. He just moved from Kentucky in August, so he is newer to the city as well. He mentioned that the home that we would be singing in was a recently restored $10,000,000 home downtown and the couple was very generous in their payment of musicians from his past experience of working with them. I was EXTREMELY excited. I met him at a costume shop, picked out the costume, and the next day we headed to the home. Six floors of beauty. We were greeted by valet, coat check girls, servers, and the couple—all were very kind. We changed, and sang outside as the guests drifted in, and an hour later we moved inside. I loved being a part of this gorgeous party. The servers were kind in making sure we were taken care of as far as water and hors d’oeuvres.  It was a grand experience. When I checked the envelope to see my payment, I was super thankful, because it covered half of rent. Now I don’t have to freak out as much about not having a job! ;)

The “blizzard” and single digit temperatures these past couple of days has been beautiful to gaze out the window into, but definitely a change from what we “southern” girls are used to! Still not used to the puffy coats and snow boots Chicagoans wear...although I did break down and get some from the thrift store so that I don’t freeze….haha!

RaRe

The other day as I was thinking about mine and my sister's upcoming move, I sketched out letter and nickname combinations for a possible title to refer to us together. Rachelyn + Rebecca= RaRe. I was quite proud of the outcome, and I shared my "brilliant" idea with my sister. Her reaction wasn't one that I had hoped to receive. It was more of a concerned reaction--hoping that I haven't become too attached and needy. She wasn't completely serious, but had probably begin to deep down inside question my intentions. I rethought the name and even the process in even trying to come up with a name and realized her point. I proceeded to laugh, because it would make us look even more like a couple. I might still refer to it here and there---just for laughs. ;)

It's approaching three months since we have been back in North Carolina. Friends and family have visited, trips to both to NY and Chicago ocurred, a visit to the beach, watched my brother's orchestration premiered by the Charlotte Symphony Orchestra, seeing musicals/operas, and soaking up family time at home have been the highlights.
The past 3 months have been difficult in the area of life decision making--where to move to now? As fun as it is, I've realized that I can't city-hop and need to somewhat settle down somewhere in order to build up connections. Going back to NY would be grand for sure, but the financial aspects of living there caused us to realize that we just can't have NYC right now. There was a glimmer of hope in early October that we'd be back sooner than we thought, but the apartment turned out to be a scam--even though we knew the man renting the room from a brief meeting on our last day in the heights.
Rebecca agreed to check out Chicago due to is affordibility and having stronger connections in the theatre world there in order to build up a resume. We drove up there on a Wednesday and left the Sunday after. In between, we checked out apartements, saw my dear Chicago friends and enjoyed the city. We found a beautiful vintage 2 bedroom apartment in the same neighborhood as my old apartment and decided to rent it. It has a great skyline view out the bay window facing south! The fantastic things besides its beauty: no lease or security deposit were required, and the landlord is a lawyer whose office is at the bottom of the building, so he is accessible plus he is super friendly. It really is a gorgeous apartment. I'm THRILLED that she and I won't have to share the same bed or room like we suffered through while in NY! ;)

My thoughts on this move:
I'm excited to get back into auditioning. I'm happy to be able to hang out with my friends there. I'm looking forward to the snow :). It's wonderful that we will be in my old neighborhood which I loved so much, and I can't wait to show Rebecca officially around. I'm thankful that she will be joining this time. I'm excited to go back to Moody. Thinking about the stories and adventures to come excites me greatly.
I'm also scared. This isn't a "go to Chicago for a gig--come back home soon" or "sublet a room in NY for the summer with the possibility of coming back home." This is more permanent for me. My sister will be going back and forth when work in Charlotte calls, so it's not as permanent for her, but it really is for me. I'm also a bit scared about finances. There is much encouragement from old coworkers from the Willis Tower gift shop that I will be hired back there which would be great to have a job starting off so that I can survive. I also wish Mom could move up north, so that we can be there for her more and not as far away when something arises. She hasn't completely opposed to the idea, though! :)

RaRe + the rest of the Primms will be leaving Tuesday evening for a more "relaxed" drive, officially moving in Wednesday,spending Thanksgiving day in Chicago (parade/etc) and taking a quick trip to MI this weekend. Our family is being so kind in helping us move and spending Thanksgiving with us.

Updates will come!

2 years.

Today marks two years of my dad's unexpected passing away. It's hard to believe that much time has elapsed, and it didn't begin to really hit me until this past December when I graduated from college. The past two years have been rough, indeed. It takes reminders sometimes to not get stuck wishing life was like days past when I didn't realize life was this hard. Friends and family have definitely been an encouragement with their prayers and kindness in reaching out to us. I love it when someone tells us they miss him. They didn't forget. He truly was an incredible example to us. Compassionate, serving others, serving in church, sacrificial--selfless love poured out of him.

My sister and I were staying at Matt and Jenni Moreau's house while we were visiting Greenville this weekend, and one night she and I laughed and laughed for hours into the early morning telling eachother stories we remembered from growing up. It still aches, but it's wonderful to be able to smile and be thankful that we had him as a dad.

One of the many enjoyable things to do with dad was sing with him. He and I sang in the car on the way to church, stores, road trips, you name it. When I started taking voice lessons at 16, I loved how interested he was in the literature I was learning. He took voice on the side when he was younger, so we learned some of the same songs. When I hit my college years, Rebecca, Matthew, and I had friends (Paul Keew, Austin Cook, Jared Porter, Ashley Feagin, Angela Wolynes) that came over to visit at New Years or just weekends, and we would all gather around Austin Cook (my love at the time) at the piano, and have a musical sing-a-long. Dad loved to join in. A few Sundays before he passed away, he and I sang our first duet in church. I was scheduled to sing a solo, but I really wanted him to join me, so we sang "I Could not do Without Thee". At his funeral, I sang "By the Gentle Waters" which was a song he and I both held dear. He sang it often, and I loved to harmonize with him.

Dad was such a compassionate man. Whenever a friend of ours was going through a rough patch or trial, he was concerned for them. He was such a great listener. We all told him everything, and he would be there to listen or give advice--whatever we needed.

A year before he died, I realized how much I didn't really know about him and his childhood--just always selfishly viewed him as dad and didn't get to know him. I began to ask about his life, and loved listening to his stories. He had a difficult youth with being the oldest child of four and at a young age his mom was dealing with mental problems and was eventually taken away to a mental hospital. He still kept a sweet, loving smile, and a gentle laugh after all that had happened.

He definitely was a great example of a man of prayer and devotion to the Lord through his life.

I love thinking of the memories we shared, and I'm so thankful for him. We miss him incredibly, and can't wait to see him in heaven.

"O Lieb, zo lang du lieben kannst...."

Stranded?

"Hi there! Are you the family that's stranded?"
I awoke to this question from an older lady in tiny hot pink shorts and a white tank top. Realizing the brightness of the day and how long my brother, mom, and I had been parked at the rest area in Oklahoma, and our appearance, I'm sure we could have easily been mistaken for homeless people. I replied that we weren't--we were just getting rest for the evening. She told me of a sign that she saw in the bathroom that a family in a black dodge vehicle was stranded. After I reassured her that we weren't, I watched her leave, and soon every few minutes a car would drive slowly past or stop and check us out. One lady walked up and tried to hand us some money. You know how tempting it was to accept it? I was good, don't worry. :)
I decided to check out the restroom and see what this sign said....

I peeked outside to see if a black dodge truck still existed outside, and none was in sight. I quickly took down the sign and threw it away so we didn't have to turn away any other kind and helpful citizens!
What were we doing in Oklahoma? My mom, 16 year old brother Victor, and I drove out there to check out a boys ranch for him. It turned out to not be a good match, so we turned back around after a bit of mulling over the decision. It was nighttime when we began our journey back home. We decided to pull over at an exit and hop out of the car to take a look at the stars. I have never seen that many in my life!! Stunning.

Status: Charlotte, NC for a couple of weeks (our sublet ended and we were unable to find one suitable for our needs) helping out Mom, figuring out what to do next, visiting dear friends

Performing updates: I took a trip to Chicago in August to visit a friend and record tracks for my upcoming website! I should have them back soon. Also, when my family was on vacation, I sang in a talent contest on a magnificent stage with great lighting and an incredible band. It reminded me of my dreams from a child to sing in a band. It was so much fun! My background image is a product of that evening.

Highlights: I turned 22! Rebecca and I walked halfway across the George Washington Bridge before we went out for a birthday dinner with 2 great friends. It was something we had been meaning to do since we lived right by the bridge! We've also enjoyed shows, friends, vacation with the family, and exploring.

Because I lack the time to post more, I've attached a link to my photobucket album of the pictures that tell stories of the past month and a half! Click here for the pictures!

You going to autograph those?

After realizing that I had given away my last printed head shot at the audition for Oceania Cruises today, I googled UPS stores nearby, because I discovered in Chicago that you can print them for super cheap if you just print them as color copies. When I first started to print head shots, I took them to the photo printing station in either FedEX or Wal-Mart. I wondered how starving artists could afford to pay $5.00 for each 8x10 they turn in at auditions until the day that I went to the closes printing place to my apartment in Chicago. Thank you UPS store of N. Lincoln Ave Chicago! Well, according to google maps, there was a UPS store right in Washington Heights...444 feet away from our place. I dressed down (unusual, I know..but you've gotta do those things in the Heights to avoid excessive stares and catcalls..as we've learned...), threw on my bag, and set on my mission. Yes! The store did exist! It was quite different from the Chicago store. How? I couldn't understand a word anyone was saying. That's usually the case in my neighborhood, though. I have picked up words like "Mami, Senorita, Que pasa, Hola, pollo, carnitas..." Just kidding. I knew those before. ;). Back to the store--the spanish man kindly helped me print the photos, and when he took a look at them when I was paying he said (picture an adorable accent), "That's a nice picture. Are you going to autograph those?" I laughed and said, "Maybe someday soon!" I explained that my sister took them and that they were for auditions. He wished me good luck, and I soon left, but smiled the whole 444 feet back home.

When I arrived home, I met the 6 high school girls that are staying in our apartment for the week while they are on a mission trip with my roommate's church. (So there are currently 8 females to one tiny bathroom). They instantly asked were I came from, saw my photos in my hand, found out I was a singer, and had me sing to them. So, I sang my favorite song to sing to girls."Part of Your World" from the Little Mermaid. (I actually just found a video my sister recorded of me when I had my Disney cruise ship karaoke debut March of 2009. It's on youtube now....*wink*....) They were such an adorable audience. They clapped, cheered, and stated their amazement that I'm your typical NY artist looking for work, and they couldn't wait for me to be on broadway. Cute.

Lately on the train, I've gotten back into listening to my ipod, because I finally remembered to charge it. My ipod used to be my brother's which he bought from my sister, but I convinced him to give it to me for my birthday last year when he bought an iphone. Hopefully that makes sense. Since it was previously his, all of his music still exists on it. One of our disappointments in Matthew was that his favorite radio station in Charlotte was WSOC 103.5. Now say "WSOC 103" in a southern accent, and you'll sound like the announcer. Now you've got the gist of the station. None of us Primms appreciated country music. We weren't your stereotypical southern family that northerners tend to think of. We had no clue why he loved it so much. As I've flipped through the tracks on the ipod, I have to confess...I've sometimes briefly played some of the what was then dreaded music. Why? It strangely brings a breath of fresh air...the memories of the south.

Last Thursday I had the privilege to attend the Metropolitan Recital Series at the Jackie Robinson Park in Harlem. When planning for this event, I was envisioning the Symphony concerts in the park where you bring your own blanket and refreshments. I proudly packed my sheet, goldfish, and dark chocolate M&Ms in preparation for this grand time. When I arrived to snag a good spot, an air of elite classiness filled the park as I walked closer to the venue. There were white chairs lined up in front the Band shell. I looked around for a special VIP sign, and I couldn't find any, so I asked a family if the two chairs next to them were available. They didn't stop me from sitting down, so I assumed that it was fine for an ordinary guest like me to be seated in that area. At that moment I was so thankful I decided to throw on a dress at the last minute. To join me for the evening, I invited a fellow singer friend that I've known since Freshman year at BJU, Allan Mariscal, who is a native New Yorker. I was glad he got to come enjoy the recital, too! The singers were absolutely gorgeous, the accompanist was incredible, and the whole evening was delightful. 

(Please forgive the heads in the picture...)

Sunday morning I went down to Bay Ridge Baptist Church in Brooklyn to see the mission team from Bible Baptist Church in Matthews, NC where I grew up at and actually went on many mission trips to Bay Ridge with. When I first arrived at the church, I saw the bus that we took so many band/school/mission trips on, and I smiled as I remembered the scariness of fitting such a large bus into the tiny space behind the church and the laundromat.

It was great getting to chat and get caught up with them, but it was a bit strange seeing them all grown up, braces off, and looking more like adults. They are 4+ years younger than me, so they are the younger siblings of my friends from back in the day. How time flies. 

                             

Today I auditioned for the Oceania Cruiseline. I arrived at 9:30am and finally auditioned around 1:30pm. I had an interesting 4 hours of listening to my pieces over and over again while people watching the other singers/actors/dancers. I laughed inside at how strange us theatre people tend to be. When my turn came to sing, I could tell the casting director needed a break. Poor guy. I would too if I had just spent 4 hours getting my ears blown off by every audition, because people tend to audition with the climax of the song. He was very kind, though, and the accompanist was absolutely wonderful. It was a fun audition, but sadly no callbacks. I had a feeling, though, since my voice timbre is more suitable for Disney shows rather than shows that are generally on other ships. 

More auditions soon...and hopefully we'll know what we will be doing after our sublet ends August 18...

Next week my family will be taking a much needed vacation! I can't wait for everyone to be together again. Such great memories to be had :)

Lastly, I'll introduce you to a few of my dear friends that visit me while I'm on lunch break at the AMNH..

There were at least 5 more, but they decided to get camera-phone shy at the last second......

Where has July gone?

Since being out of school, the time has just rushed by...My mind thinks it's still April...

Work:

"She's so sweet, you don't meet many Americans like that."--two elderly British ladies in my line at the museum. Made me chuckle on the inside. 

"Do you have in any way shape or form any sort of book or toy of owls?"--a 12 year old Brazilian girl visiting the AMNH. I wonder where she got the first part of the sentence from?

The other day there was a man who looked like my dad would have in 6 years. He even acted towards me just like Dad would to a sales associate. It's kind of hard to explain.... but it was a sad yet comforting moment.

Discovery:

Before the trip to D.C., I was so shocked at what my inward attitude had become. At times, it had leaked into my relationship with my sister. Sweet and caring occasionally turned into guarded and selfish. I had touched a bit on this before on how the city is hard on every aspect, including your spirit. We talked about it and concluded that it must be the constant guard we've put on in order to not run into any potential trouble and stay safe. We figured out that a balance has to be found, so that the guarded "don't mess with me" attitude doesn't sink deep into your heart. 

Readings:

A book that I've begun to read is Oswald Sander's The Incomparable Christ. I bought this book just before I graduated in December, because I wanted to study Christ's character closely. I'm sure the whole book will be a wonderful read, but I am amazed just at the first chapter. I hadn't ever thought of the symmetry of His character before. He had no strong points or weaknesses. Everything was perfectly balanced. 

I'm also reading Captivating by John and Stasi Eldrege which has been a delight to read. It's a book for women on releasing your femininity which has been hidden away from years of hurt--beginning as a child. It talks of tearing down the inward walls and letting God protect you. I'm just getting to the good part which talks about viewing God as our Heavenly Father and how He delights in us. I can't really comprehend Zephaniah 3:17--"The Lord God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you by His love; He will exult over you with loud singing." 

Fun:

Today was my day off, and as everyone knows, days off are glorious. This morning I took a look at a potential room to move into once our sublet ends. It was in Windsor Terrace which is just by Prospect Park in Brooklyn. It was a gorgeous area! Tree-lined street with brownstones. I couldn't believe how peaceful it was compared to our current location. We're still looking into other options as well, but our preference is Brooklyn. 

Afterwards, I journeyed over to the Brooklyn Bridge to check out the line for my favorite pizza restaurant (after only once visit) for some lunch. It's called Grimaldi's and it's under the Brooklyn Bridge. People line up and wait for close to an hour or more at times just to get a table. This is an every day occurrence for restaurant. The line was a bit long, so I opted to walk over to the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory Store just across the street to enjoy a lovely view of Manhattan while savoring a Chocolate Chocolate Chunk scoop in a waffle cone. 

Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory

Sighs of the beauty of the city and a sunburn later, I managed to find about a foot of shade under a tiny tree on a bench. Then I saw this street vendor by the park....

                                          

and I just had to take a look at their menu. I soon ordered their black bean taco.....

DELICIOUS!

After a bit of relaxation to this view....but with more sun and blue skies than the image capture....

I heading back to Manhattan and stopped at 250 W. 40th St. This store is like the Brodt Music for theatre people. It's called the Drama Book Shop, and as I walked in...the hallelujah chorus started playing inside of my head. This shop is definitely a dangerous place to bring credit cards... ;) While I was there, I picked up vocal selections of a musical by Stephen Schwartz for an upcoming audition for Oceania Cruiseline, and I picked up the print version of the Backstage Newspaper. I mentioned that I had access to the website through our roommate, but I decided to pick up the newspaper just because. I actually like the newspaper as opposed to the online version...but it can get costly. 

The Drama Book Shop

1 month.

It's somewhat odd to think that I'm not counting down and saying something like "One month down, 2 to go..." as places in the past haven't been indefinite such as this NY life. 

  

Guess what? Another language of NY discovery has occurred. Instead of saying, "What?", "Do What?", or "I'm sorry?" to have someone repeat themselves, they say "What happened?" I was caught off guard the first time I heard someone say it. I thought, "Nothing happened...", but soon I figured it out! My coworker Victor explained that it's mostly people from the Bronx that say it. He laughed when I pointed that fact out. 

Becca and I successfully conquered our fear of going to the Taco truck that normally sits just outside of our subway station stop. One night a few weeks ago, we had walked past craving tacos, but Rebecca suddenly turned away and said she changed her mind. Turns out she got scared away by the sign not being in English. haha. I was a bit nervous myself about ordering, since the only thing I understood on the menu was "pollo" under that Taco section. This week we decided to brave it since we don't have that much longer on this side of town, and so I ordered 3 tacos of the only choice that I understood. Chicken Tacos. The little Mexican man was absolutely adorable. He was all smiles and very kind to us. When we got home and took a bite into the tacos, I was in awe of our delicious they were. I was ready to run back to the truck to get some more!

The largest blessing from the week was to take the trip on bus (Megabus.com---incredible deal!) to Washington D.C. with Rebecca to meet Mom, then drive over to Wintergreen, VA to hear Matthew's world premier of his work, "Arch nemesis". My little brothers were away at camp, so it was just Mom and the "original kids" getting to spend time together. When Mom, Bec, and I made it to Charlottesville, VA to check into our hotel we were ABSOLUTELY ecstatic to see the Mexican restaurant across the street and the Flowers Bakery Discount Store next door. We haven't been able to find any Mexican restaurants in the city so far that equal the prices/deliciousness of our beloved El Valle in North Carolina. We were determined to try this restaurant. We parked, walked inside, and laughed in delight that the interior was even better than the great design of the exterior. It was like we were in Epcot in Disney World. It was amazing how decorated it was. We were definitely pleased by the food as well!

After the restaurant, I ran over to the Flowers Discount Bakery Store with Becca while Mom checked into the hotel. I've had such fond memories of going to the ones in Matthews and Indian Trail, NC with Dad growing up. We'd pick out our treats (usually the cupcakes or a moonpie), and Dad would pick out a Moonpie. At this store in VA, I ran over to the table where there was a box of 12 moonpies. I bought it, gave some to the family, even more to Matthew, and I've been enjoying them since. Sadly I only have one left, but I've confirmed my original thoughts on the best way to eat a Moonpie. Place it on a microwaveable plate, put it in the microwave for 15 seconds, be sure to watch it blow up (even though mom has always said to not watch inside the microwave....), take it out and enjoy. I've tried a frozen moonpie as well, and trust me, a microwaved one is the best. 

Soon after we got beautiful in the hotel from the night of sleeping in the car (no hotels were available), the three of us headed over to Wintergreen, VA to see our darling brother. We arrived, and the air was significantly cooler and the mountains were breathtaking. It was wonderful to be together again. We enjoyed dinner with Matthew at "The edge" which was on the campus of the Wintergreen Resort. Our favorite part was the Fudge Brownie Sundae :).

MATTHEW!

Matthew introduced us to his composer friends, and we soon took a seat to anxiously await Matthew's piece.  His quartet walked out on stage just after him, he explained the work, and the beautiful sounds of the "Arch nemesis" filled the air. The piece sings. It's gorgeous. I did record a video, but I'd have to get approval from the composer before posting ;). We didn't get to spend much time with Matthew afterwards, but in 2 weeks we'll all be together again for a vacation.

The next day, Mom, Rebecca, and I headed back to D.C. to spend some time there before our bus ride back to NY. We didn't have time to fully enjoy a Smithsonian museum, so we took the tour of the Ford's Theatre and the House where Lincoln died. I took a look around the gift shop just for fun, because Event Network (who I am employed by) owns that shop as well. The tour was very neat to experience. I had no idea the John Wilkes Booth was a star actor and that he knew the Ford's Theatre very well.  Here is the Presidential box where Lincoln was shot....

            

Soon after the tour, we had to leave momma and hop on the bus. It was sad leaving her, but we'll see her soon! We were so happy to see that our ideal seats in the megabus (the top of the double decker/front of the bus) were free. It was like a roller coaster up there!! We probably freaked out the other passengers by our excitement.

When we arrived home, Rebecca's friend Jared had just made it into town from Tampa, FL to visit for the rest of the week. One of the places we enjoyed was "Ellen's Stardust Diner". Every time we visited NY in the past, I saw the restaurant and had wanted to go. It's the famous diner where all of the servers are singer/actors working their way to Broadway. They sing constantly throughout their shifts. It was a great experience!! 

Ellen's Stardust Diner--51st and Broadway

This crazy work story will provide a good laugh if you need it....

The other day a man in his late 60s walks up to the counter with a box in his hand asking if we had any "untouched" statues. He claimed his chinese stature he was holding had fingerprints ALL over it. We tried to explain that what we have is out on the table, and he proceeded to not believe us. He said asked again for an untouched chinese statue. He said, "Look at this! there's fingerprints all over this. I could catch pneumonia or AIDS!!" 

This past Friday evening, I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with my friend Victor from work. It's one of his favorite places, so when he found out that I had never been and that I desired to go, he offered to show me around. It's not only an absolute gorgeous building, but the vast collection is incredible. We were able to enjoy the special exhibit  "The American Woman" which shows how fashion in women changed along with the roles from the early 1900s-1930s then a summary from then until the present. We also got to see the Egyptian exhibits, the contemporary art hall, and a bit more. I can't wait to go back.

As we were leaving, a rough thunderstorm rolled in. We ran for cover under scaffolding a few blocks away to wait for it to lighten up so that we could find the bus stop. We were getting completely drenched! I loved it. Running through the city in the pouring down rain..with the thrill of the thunder...so much fun. The air conditioner in the bus caused us to freeze a bit when we actually made it on to the bus, though :)

More to come...

Feelin out da heights.

That and "yeeeuuh, dats wussup!" have been added to my street vocabulary after hearing it on the train the other day. Oh yes, and we absolutely cannot forget my ultimate favorite--"I'm rite like fireworks on da fourth of July." The last one is from the phenomenal play "Fences" by August Wilson.

A recent blessing has been the access to Backstage.com with the help of our new roommate Ann Marie who is a  singer actress that has lived in NY for a good while. Backstage.com (or the printed version from newsstands) or Actorsaccess.com are the NYC version of TheatreinChicago.com/Auditions except they require money. It's been so much fun browsing through auditions to see which ones I can fit into my schedule. There have been broadway ones (Phantom of the Opera, Elf, Mary Poppins..etc) that I would absolutely LOVE to audition for, but a problem is presented. As I was informed from my singer/actor friend, Ryan Roets,  who recently moved to the city as well, a non-equity actor can attend equity auditions, but they have to sign up at the beginning of the day unsure of whether the casting people will want to see them or not. They have to wait until all of the equity actors have been seen, and the casting directors may not even desire to see them audition, so they could have waited all day without getting to audition. This requires a lot of time, so I'd only be able to audition on my days off. Attempting to audition would be more about them seeing you as a new face to the talent pool than getting the role, although that would be incredible. 

Other than her kindness of informing me/helping me out with the websites, she has a bookshelf full of happiness. A whole collection of musical theatre, theatre, and NY books is sitting in our living room, and she offered to let us borrow them as we need it. She is away in England and Italy for the summer on an adventure :). 

There are potential auditions this week, but the one that I am set on attending if I get out of work in time is tomorrow night. It's for an independent film titled "Tompkins Square Park", and I would be going for either the role of Sara or Mercy Matthews. I'm excited yet nervous for this opportunity, because I've never attended a film audition before! 

On the subject of acting, I've talked on this topic with my sister and a little with my friend Adam. Why is it that  it's so much harder now to "make it big" in the theatre world now compared to 20+ years ago? Listening to our new friend Kevyn Morrow on his career takeoff at 19, reading other seasoned actors' stories, and more brought on this question. I thought perhaps drama/music education requirements in schools now could have developed the interest in more young people so much that it's somewhat of a trend. Rebecca threw in the thought that possibly since people aren't getting married until later on in life, there isn't as much obligation to get a steady paying job that can support you and a family. Thoughts are greatly appreciated!

You hear New Yorkers tell you of the hardness of living in the city, but you don't really know what they're talking about until you experience it. We've had just a taste. It's hard on your spirit, even your clothing/shoes, it's tough relationship wise (finding good friends and such), financially....and more...but there are so many nice things about the city that balance it out. We've started to make friends here (unfortunately more than half of them are only in the city for the summer), we've come to find amazing restaurants that will be visited by us in the future (Shake Shack is absolutely amazing and it's horrible that one location is right by my museum...Yougurt land...and more...), all of the events to attend, museums, and other activities make it a fun place. A favorite spot of ours will be the South street seaport at Pier 17. We've visited before, but last Thursday night we went down there for the evening, bought a really good burrito from the food court, and just sat and gazed at the Hudson. Soaking in the music around, the calmness of the water, the sights of the dinner/tour cruises around the city was so very relaxing. 

I learned that if the locals are waiting in line for a street vendor, then the food must be tasty. Rebecca and I ventured to the MoMa (Museum of Modern Art) a couple of Fridays ago, and passed by a vendor that was making chicken and rice and gyros. We made up our mind to stop by after we went in the museum. We didn't have much time there, but we admired Van gogh, Rauschenberg, Louise Bourgeoise, Louise Nevelson, Picasso, and many more. We also came to the conclusion that in order to keep our availability even more open for possible meetings of new friends, we needed to admire the the future museums we attend a lone. Two is more intimidating than one. ;)

I've been somewhat obsessed with ice cream upon moving here. I've always loved it, but it's either the sweltering heat inside the apartment and outside or seeing and hearing an ice cream truck on every corner. Don't worry, though, I've learned to resist most of the time...it's only when we're in McDonald's that the $1.00 cones really scream my name. 

4th of July fun? I'd hoped to magically find a super cheap flight to Orlando to join my friend and his family at Disney for the holiday like we had dreamed of doing a year ago, but unfortunately I couldn't justify putting a $300 flight on my credit card. SO, Disney fun has been put off, but NY Independence day plans were memorable.  After we attended this gorgeous church.....

I grilled hamburgers on a george foreman while Rebecca made her Red, White, and Blue cake (which is a tradition...and SHE must make it every year).

Later in the evening we enjoyed these....

It was the Macy's annual 4th of July fireworks. There were as many people smushed together as those that view the Macy's Thanksgiving parade, except throw in the hot muggy weather..and you've got the 4th of July fireworks! It was a beautiful display, though. I kept on longingly looking at the Norwegian Cruise Line ship not too far from us..wishing to join the people who were celebrating on the ship. We almost purchased tickets to go on the circle cruise line mini tour boat to float in the Hudson and have a magnificent view,but we decided against it. Really wished the family could have been there with us. It was the first 4th we haven't been together I believe. 

If you look carefully in the picture below..you'll see me...taking part in the most outrageous thing we've done in the city.

Friday morning, Rebecca and I got up at 5:00am to stand in line for Standing Room only tickets to see August Wilson's "Fences" on Broadway which starred Denzel Washington and Viola Davis. The show was closing on the 11th, and every ticket was sold out, except for the SRO tickets that become available on the day of the show. When we arrived at the theatre, our hearts sank as we saw a massive line of people already. They began their line at 3:30am. We stood for a while wondering what to do, and we talked with the people around us. We met Kevyn Morrow who is a very established actor, and he happened to give us theatre tips for the city. We all decided that we were too far back in the line to even have a chance at getting tickets so we put our minds to it to camp out the next evening. Rebecca texted our friend Adam Robitaille who only lives an 1 1/2 train ride from CT away to see if he wanted to join us. To our surprise, he was up for it! Since we couldn't get into Fences that morning, we didn't want to go home empty handed, so at about 8:10am, she and I walked over to the Promises, Promises (starring Kristen Chenoweth and Sean Hayes) theatre and were 3rd in line to get rush tickets when the box office opened at 10am. Soon after we arrived, a large line formed behind us, but we felt great in knowing that we'd get tickets. 10am rolls around and we got tickets for that evening!! So..we went home and slept, got ready for the show, attended the very well done show (can't believe we actually got to see Kristen Chenoweth), and heard from Adam about his arrival time to join us to camp outside of the Cort Theatre for Fences. He wasn't going to arrive until about 1:30am at Grand Central Station, so Rebecca and I decided to take a walk over to "Fences" to see if there happened to be a line. We were kidding at the moment, but when we got there to check it out, there were already 5 people in line. We had no other choice but to park ourselves there. Soon after, adam joined us for the camp out. We met many fun people, including Sam and Danny who shared their salsa/chips and played yahtzee with us. The most memorable person was the lady we nicknamed "Miss Houston" because she would not shut her mouth about HAVING to see the show, because she flew in from Houston and has been saying Rose's monologue since she was 13. Lady, like we were going to say, "Oh, ok, you can have my place!" Nope. She didn't get in line in time. Channel 7 ABC news even came to shoot a bit about us all. I had to leave the party at 5:30am when it was light enough for me to go home by myself to get a couple of hours of sleep for work (ugh..yes..I worked 11-5 then went home to change to see the show). The rest of our friends stuck it out and we got tickets to see the show!! It was a phenomenal show. I really want to read the other 2 plays that August Wilson wrote as a part of the series. It was absolutely worth every minute of the 11 hours people camped out for tickets.

With our friend Kevyn Morrow...

For more photos documenting our adventures... Click Here for Rebecca's Photo Album

More stories to come!!

New York beginnings.

We made it. We hugged the family good bye early AM of June 18 and left for 14+ hours of driving--2 of those hours sitting in traffic just to cross the George Washington bridge. "So Close" from Enchanted was our theme song of those dreadfully long hours.

Once we finally arrived at the location of our apartment, we sat for a while in the car soaking in the atmosphere while waiting for our future roommate to come home and let us in. It didn't quite feel like Manhattan, and I couldn't believe we were actually there. It was as if we were in a complete different country---a blend of Spanish speaking countries. 

So, as you can imagine, we stuck out incredibly and were constantly watched and a bit called out to as we unloaded and carried our things into our apartment. Quite intimidating. I wasn't sure if we'd last the night. Ok, maybe not THAT drastic... but I kept on reminding myself that after they became familiar with us "new kids on the block", it'd get better. After most of our things were brought into our little room, we went to a little pizza joint nearby, came home, and slept.

The next day was tackle the room to make it our own day. We didn't make much progress, but later that evening we enjoyed dinner with our friend Lydia at the Ukrainian restaurant "Veselka" in the East Village. It was an incredible welcome to NYC meal :). The vibe of the Lower East Side is one of my favorites. After the delicious meal, we headed home, but Rebecca and I got off of the train at Times Square, just because. We walked around, hoping for a surge of excitement that we were ACTUALLY in the city, but we still hadn't hit reality yet. We stopped beside a store so that Rebecca could twitter my comment upon just seeing a giant elmo--which was "I don't care how poor I am, I would not stand in an Elmo costume in times square." Two college kids stopped to chat with us...very odd...and after a bit of conversation we walked over to Mcdonalds for icecream and a snack to chat some more. A bit later Bec and I headed home for rest and to plan what we'd do to remember Dad on Father's day.

We had grand plans of picnicking in the park and journaling about him, but we ended up sleeping in, stopping into a little shop, groceries, and dinner. There has been much pain recently in relation to the loss of Dad--and even more so since we moved here. There has been SO MUCH that we've been wanting to tell him that he would have been excited about. That will continue, though as more life experiences happen. 

Monday was the start of working at the American Museum of Natural History. It's actually the museum where they filmed part of "Night at the Museum." It's a gorgeous building, and I've been thrilled at the thought of having free access to all of the exhibits when I choose to visit/bring friends. I love going out and sitting in Central Park which is just across the street on my lunch breaks. It's a peaceful escape. Also, thankfully, the only adjusting that I've had to do in regards to transferring there is to the product and the people. I miss my Skydeck coworkers dearly, but it has been interesting getting to know my new coworkers. I've had a great laugh at the fact that they think I'm a spy from Event Network (my company that just recently took over them). Most of them have been working there for many many years, so they are a tight knit family. I'm winning their approval day by day. :) I've gotten many city-tips from them, and one of the ladies that I work with works at the Metropolitan Opera as an usher/tickets/etc. She  is such a kind lady, and she even spread the word among her opera singer friends/musicians at the Met of my looking for a voice teacher. She has given me one phone number so far, and will continue to give more :)

Rebecca and I have been just like an old married couple, with the roles a bit mixed. I work all day, come home and cook, while she cleans and explores the city/job hunts. We've argued about which side of the bed to sleep on, grocery shopping, what time to leave, where to eat/what to make for dinner, and hanging up clothes. It's been great, though :)

Throughout these past two weeks, we've learned many lessons of life in the city such as street parking rules, do not wear a dress/skirt in our neighborhood after dark, when to and to not say hi to people in the streets, and do not stop for a promoter no matter how much he catches your interest with his words, because you don't want to give them false hope. Also, we know where to find very cheap produce--right by our subway stop!! It's marvelous. We've discovered that living in New York is basically like living in one huge dorm room. No privacy. I do have to admit that I miss the peacefulness of laying on the deck in my backyard in NC, soaking in the music and the smells of the air around, without anyone around. Also, we've succumbed to tourist temptations--buying a graphite portrait of the two of us from a cute little Asian lady in Times Square. Guess where our new favorite hangout is? The corner on the second level of the McDonalds in Times Square---even better with a $1.00 cone. Strange, I know, but it's inexpensive, safe, and a bit peaceful at times. 

I had hoped to find my way around having to pay for a subscription to find out about NY auditions, but I'm going to soon subscribe to get the complete information for the auditions. I've been re-reading a book that was a gift to me a few years back which is, "How to Audition for the Musical Theatre" by Donald Oliver. I've forgotten the great knowledge in the book. It's been full of great reminders! 

I've been inspired by having the chance to see shows on broadway for averaging $26.00 per show for standing room only tickets. It's cheaper than student rush, you get to see more shows that you normally would, you don't have to worry about tall people in front of you, and you feel more alert. Fantastic opportunities. Can't wait for opera season at the Met to begin! :)

This past Sunday, Rebecca and I attended Bay Ridge Baptist Church which has been dear to me for about 6 years. We were amazed once again at the genuine kindness of Pastor Jason and the members. It's quite a trek for us to get down there (close to 2 hours by train from our side of town), but it's definitely worth it. We're going to attend a couple of other churches, just because, but Bay Ridge will always have a special place in my heart. Hopefully after our sublet ends we'll be able to live closer. 

Something very happy that I found out today--I can get into most museums here (and some around the world) with my museum ID! So, Rebecca and I have our work cut out for us..of MANY places to see. We're excited :) We got the chance to stop in the AMNH on my day off and realize how beautiful the museum and the exhibits are. What made me smile the most was getting a picture with the Easter Island statue which many people know as "Dum Dum" from "A Night at the Museum". I gave him a HUGE hug in the picture, but after I took a look at the photo, Bec and I realized that lighting wasn't good, and as I turned around to take another, I saw a tall European guy doing the exact same thing--giving him a huge hug. Yep. I turned right back around. Decided to take the picture another time.

Pictures and more will come :)

Adventures.

I just had to laugh when my brother, Victor, said to me the other day, "Everyone is going to think I lied. People on the Colorado trip asked me what you guys are up to. I told them that Matthew has a girlfriend, Rach is living in Chicago, and Rebecca is teaching. Now none of you are doing any of that."

My sister and I have been telling people for years that we're planning on moving to New York, New York. I'm sure many didn't believe it would happen due to the length of time that has passed, and we still weren't in the city. We've known it in our hearts, though. Just recently, many circumstances have come together to make this dream reality. Here's the deal: We're subletting a friend of a friend's room for the summer, I'm transferring to the American Museum of Natural History, and Rebecca and I, both, are going to find work in the arts. I'm super excited to be able to attend a church in Brooklyn that has been dear to me ever since my first mission trip there with my church in 9th grade.

The 15th is our moving from Charlotte day. There have been so many people behind us encouraging us.

What sparked this recent urge to get up and leave Chicago? I had been somewhat in turmoil over the matter. Unsure of plans for the future, discouraged from not getting work in the field that I love, and missing my family, I spoke of all of these to a kind friend of mine. He reminded me of my passion for NYC. Later, he gave me a gift--a map of NYC and a journal. From this point I searched for wisdom and prayed. My friend Lydia who currently lives in NYC e-mailed an opportunity to sublet her friend's room for the summer. Rebecca and I discussed it, and since she didn't have a contract to teach in the fall, we knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to get acquainted with the city and find a permanent place. If it went downhill, it'd only be for 2 months, and we'd have a great story to tell. :) I also remembered that my company has venues in New York, so I looked into transferring in order to stay with the company. Everything just fell into place--Praise the Lord :).

Unless another adventure comes out of the blue, I hope to stay there, get a great vocal coach, attend many auditions, and get into grad school.

It was bitter-sweet leaving Chicago. The suddenness just added to the excitement. I didn't realize until my mini going away party on Sunday night that my coworkers and other friends and I were just getting to really know each other. It's lovely to know of their plans to come visit, though. I bought a little pewter model of the Sears Tower to remember all of the great people and the memories that we shared.

A quick summary of events prior to NYC news:

I took an amazing trip to NYC a week and a half ago to audition for the Disney Cruise line. It went very well even though I had just come down with a horrible cold/sinus problems a couple of days before. I haven't heard back yet and at this point I probably won't, but it was an incredible experience. I look forward to the auditions in the winter! One of these days I'll be a Disney princess. :)

I graduated! My sister reminded me that I tried so hard to not graduate...transfer, just get coaching, get married...but in spite of my attempts, I still did. That week was so refreshing. Spending time with my dear family and friends was wonderful.

I spoke of special news at work in my last post. I was promoted to lead cashier which is a step above my position. It is a supervisor role, and it required much more responsibility, but I learned lots. I'll just be a regular sales associate at the museum in NYC, though, due to them not having that position. It's perfectly fine with me!

In the meantime....It's splendid chilling with the fam. :)

3.7 days until a grand visit south.

I've known people that have been so excited about their upcoming trip that they pack at least a week in advance. Not me baby. I usually pull all-nighters the day of the trip trying to decide how decrease the amount of clothes/shoes that I have convinced myself that I might need...just in case...but due to flight restrictions or space in the vehicle it wouldn't be possible to bring it all. We'll see what happens Friday night.

My flight is at 6 am...layover in Atlanta...and arrival in Charlotte is around noon. It will be a week long, partially spent at home spending dear time with my family, getting to see Matthews Playhouse production of Les Miserable the school edition (with the set designed/built by my sister and a bit of help) practicing/recording a special project with my brother, and I will also be in Greenville, SC for my graduation rehearsal/ceremony Friday and Saturday. It's exciting getting to go back, although I've been out of the loop with my friends there at BJU, due to finishing my requirements early in December. I cannot believe that I'm going to be wearing a cap and gown, walking across the FMA stage, receiving a diploma that will state my earning of a degree. It was a running joke in my family that I wouldn't complete big academic things in life, because my older sister and brother completed every single one of the AWANA books, while, I, the wayward child, didn't even get close. There were sighs of relief when I graduated from high-school, and gasps of unbelief when I actually finished college early. Mom was convinced that I was going to elope and never finish ;). Wonder what the reaction will be if graduate work is pursued?

Anyhow, there is such a calm feeling inside knowing that I'm going to see my dear family and friends very soon. I hope the week goes by very slowly. :) Definitely looking forward to a change in temperature.....

This past Thursday I went to go see Ragtime the musical at Drury Lane in Oakbrook Terrace, IL. It's an absolutely beautiful theatre. It's one of Chicago's top theatre companies. Big stuff. The show was so lovely to watch. My mom, sister, and I saw the revival of Ragtime on Broadway back in November, so I knew what was coming at me in the heart wrenching story that it is. The cast was phenomenal. Bravo bravo bravo to them. The man who played Coalhouse Walker, Quentin Earl Darrington, was actually the same one who played the role in the Broadway revival that we enjoyed. It was great to get to see him perform again. The music is fantastic. One of my favorite songs from the musical is "Back to Before".

Sunday afternoon a friend from work and I went to see A Tale of Two Cities the Musical at Jedlicka Performing Arts center, which is actually the show that I mentioned in a way earlier post that I auditioned for. My good friend Austin Cook was a lead--Dr. Alexandre Manette--and he was able to get us comp tickets. Yay for free shows! The show had extremely talented people in it, and it was such a pleasure to watch. The music was gorgeous. There's amazing solos/duets in the score. It's has a grand epic feel very similar to Les Miserables. The show was actually on broadway for a little bit back in the fall of 2008, but the economy hit broadway hard during that time. It really needs to be back in NYC, and I have a feeling that they will put it back where it belongs.

After the show I rushed back to gather my thoughts/get gorgeous for the audition for Emerald City Theatre company which performs for children/young audiences. To tell you the truth, I wasn't motivated at all. It was for the upcoming season, and I wasn't sure what I'd be doing at that time. While trying to decide what to wear, I suddenly remembered that my sister brought my red patent leather shoes when my family visited back mid-march AND that the company is doing The Wizard of OZ in their season. So proud of myself, I threw an outfit together to compliment the shoes, and scurried to the audition. First words out of one of the ladies' mouths "I just love your red shoes!" Yep. SCORE! :) The director of the show took a look at my resume and said how funny it was that I was in the Mikado, and I graduated from BJU, because he was in the Mikado at BJU back in 1999 on tour with the Gilbert and Sullivan Players from NYC. So incredible. I'd love to be a part of the G&S NYC players someday. Concerning the audition--it went pretty well. I was just happy to be in fun red shoes. I sang part of "Green Finch and Linnet bird", and my monologue was from Beyond the Horizon by Eugene O'Neill. We'll see if anything happens :).

Fun happening this past weekend...Saturday night I worked at the floor 103 Skydeck gift shop. It was a slow day due to 0% visibility. As evening settled in, it began to clear up somewhat. Soon after, we started to see clouds zooming by at unusually fast paces. Rain occasionally spattered up against the windows, and the clouds continued to swirl around the skyline. It was quite a sight to see! It got a bit creepy as the building began to jolt a tiny bit as tall buildings do in windy weather. When it does get very windy like that, the skydeck has to shut down the main elevators, because their cables shake and could get twisted...not a pretty happening. They had to close the skydeck, and all of the workers plus the girl scout troop, and a few other visitors all had to walk down the stairs a floor and ride the huge freight elevator. For safety reasons, the freight elevator can only go 10 floors at a time. Guess what beloved game I thought was going to be started by the girl scouts? "Are we there yet?!" After hearing it once, I thought, "Oh no...". Thankfully they didn't continue it :). We got to go home early that night! 9:00pm instead of 10:15!!

Random facts of work at the skydeck:

It's adorable when grandpa-aged men take their own nice pen out of their pockets to sign receipts just at the time I hand them our pens to sign.

I continue to love it when foreign guests have no clue what the American coins are and they hold out their hand full of change for you to pick out what change they need.

You see beautiful sights every day at work. Even on 0% visibility days on floor 103. It's still so similar to being on a cruise, except you don't get to spend a few days to get to know them. Just a quick conversation about their experience in Chicago to melt from their accents. Then they go on their merry way.

I had a special meeting with the directors at work today. My coworker friends were a bit worried and hoped that everything was ok, but they knew from my happy appearance that it was. Work newsflash will come soon. ;)

I think I can, I think I can....

This past Friday morning was a rough one. Tears and yearnings to just give in and go back home consumed it. I felt as if I've messed up so much. I had hoped to find an affordable plane ticket for a brief visit to home for today through Sunday morning due to having two days off of work in a row, but tickets averaged around $400. I also wanted to audition on Sunday for "The King & I" at matthews playhouse, because I've been auditioning to no avail so far here. I convinced myself that I had to get home somehow, and I was prepared to drive through the night and surprise Mom, and hope that I could find a one-way back on Sunday. Once I put my mind to something, it's hard to change it. I thought on it constantly as I went to work that afternoon (I worked until close). I ended up working at the top floor (103) and getting to see the sunset for the very first time, work in the ambience of the dim lighting and few customers, as well as meeting some beautiful brazilian people. It was a very enjoyable experience, but in my mind I had to go as soon as I got home from work. I decided that it would be good to check plane tickets one last time, but I called my sister who handed the phone over to my brother, Matthew. He reminded me that I'll be home in 2 weeks, and it will be ok...and that I can just move up to NYC with him in August and there will be loads of auditions there. Problem solved? Just might be ;). Other opportunities have come into my path, though....

During the day on Friday it hit me. It was the 15th. Every month on the 15th since my dad's passing away on September 15 ,2008, although I haven't always been thinking specifically of the date, something inside of me feels the "anniversary". Just as my last post described March 15th....for some reason I become very emotional inside..feeling a hole...then I realize the date.

11 more days until visiting home and SC to walk at Graduation. This is where the "I think I can.." title plays in.

Back to opportunities: I was contacted regarding a Graduate Assistantship at BJU--one that would be working in a department that I love so dearly. I've been thinking about the benefits aside from further education and getting to be with wonderful friends again, and one would to be in "A Christmas Carol" the musical which excites me greatly.

Life? It's consisted of working mainly at the Skydeck, some hours at Auntie Anne's, auditions, and hanging out with people. Work at the Skydeck has continued to be lovely. I'm getting to know my coworkers more, and we've had a blast. The beautiful and adorable foreign people are definitely a plus of working there. ;) Concerning auditions...I've become more comfortable at auditioning which has been fabulous.

Audition horror story:

I left with just enough gas in the car with plenty of time to drive up to Ravinia to audition for a huge production of Annie Get Your Gun. I came to the conclusion after I had been driving around and around in the area where the venue was supposedly at, that my directions were wrong. I panicked inside as my scheduled audition time rolled by, and I still wasn't there. The gas tank was on empty, and I couldn't find a gas station nearby. I knew that getting gas and not being stranded was the most important need of the moment. I called my friend Austin, and he googled where I was at, directed me to a gas station, and got me on track to the audition. Thankfully, a staff member for the auditions called me up to see if I was going to make it. I explained that I was lost, and that I was going to try my best to get there if that was ok. Finally, an hour later after the scheduled time, I arrived quite happily. I auditioned with "Once you lose your heart", but my top notes weren't gorgeous due to congestion, but it went pretty well. I was just glad that I made it there and was still able to sing for them.

Audition happy story:

La Costa Theatre company held auditions for "Little Shop of Horrors", and guess who attended? Yours truly. I was able to have special rehearsal time the day before with the accompanist of the auditions and assistant music director, which put me ahead of the game. How did that come about you ask? Just a good friend from college. Yep, Austin was it. I auditioned with "I won't say I'm in Love" from Hercules and "A Change in Me" from Beauty and the Beast, because they were both Alan Menken musicals (as well as great contrasting pieces), and he just happened to write Little Shop. Because Austin was at the auditions, he was able to give me their thoughts (when you don't normally get the insight on it all). He said that it was a fantastic audition, they loved me and thought I was cute, but they were looking for more of a pop voice due for the roles that were open. The role of Audrey (who I could fit very well in) was already cast. They kept my headshot/resume, though for future reference! :)

Auditions on the agenda: at the top of my head, there is one this weekend for the Emerald City Theatre Company which does children's shows. Their line-up for the 2010-2011 season include The Wizard of Oz and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Sounds like FUN! :)

The other day I was able to visit Shedd Aquarium with my friend for FREE! Perks of working at the Skydeck. The moment we walked in, my friend asked me to help him put his wristband (for entry into the aquarium) on. A lovely foreign man watched me and asked if I could perhaps help him with his wristband. Once in a lifetime experience right there. I was way more than happy to oblige. My friend nicknamed him Hans, and we referred to him throughout the visit in the Shedd. It's such a fascinating place. We had an enjoyable time!

You know when you get on topics of books you like to read, what you are reading, or what genre you really like? I knew that I liked to read, but I just wasn't sure what specific genres to say. After some thought and a visit to the library, I discovered that I love reading biographies/autobiographies , books on animals, and books on Theatre. My dad would take us to the library pretty much every weekend when we were little, and I always checked out books on animals. I rediscovered that passion after visiting the Lincoln Park Zoo just recently.

Many more things could be said, but I must go and prepare a video audition for the King and I to send to Matthews Playhouse.... ;)

A bientôt!