Biding Time In Hollywood
It’s a real trip taking reservations for my show. People call the number and expect a ticket service and it’s ME! It’s so “grassroots”. Who needs Telecharge, Ticketron, Ticketmaster?
Why not speak directly to the actress you’ll see on stage. Maybe I could make some money doing bits of the show on the phone. A sort of “preview”. Heck, maybe I can charge people to listen to my entire play on the phone. It would be like phone sex but with a brain.
I’m very pleased with the press I’m receiving. My Google alert is assaulting me every couple of hours! Wait until I really open!
I’ve still not found a theater in LA to house my show. I feel like I’m floating without a net. What’s new?
I had a callback for a new Wendy’s commercial in which I would play a person without a mouth. I had to put tape over my lips for the audition. Talk about repressing art! Let’s hope the government doesn’t get a hold of this idea.
I’ve decided that I must get a fulltime job. Normally I would be depressed at this prospect but this time around I’m surrendering to the idea. I simply can’t take the struggle and the poverty. Now, that said, I was happy to learn about the plethora of interesting jobs available on Craig’s list. My first interview was at a Mercedes Dealership. It’s very “chichi”. I’d be doing marketing. Think of the perks. I could be driving to auditions in a new SL Benz.
I don’t believe that one can have it all without sacrificing something. I mean, I can’t run around auditioning and doing theater and expect my bills to get paid miraculously. A conscious decision has to be made. I have to grow-up sometime. We’re all running around this town with Peter Pan complexes.
We look young, we feel young, so who needs to grow-up? I do.
“De-nial” may be a river in Egypt, but consciousness may be a luxury home in Beverly Hills. So, one day at a time, as those smart twelve steppers say.
Scary story, Minnie Driver came into the store where I work part-time. She asked me to watch her dog while she shopped and it snuck-out while I wasn’t looking. How horrifying for her. I could just see the newspapers “Local actress-sales girl loses movie star’s dog. Was it an act of jealousy and sabotage”? Fortunately for all, we found the dog in the shop next door. She was incredibly understanding and kind. No dogs or babies on my watch.
I really want the new Iphone. It’s killing me. I became a KJAZZ supporter just so I could enter a sweepstakes to win one.
My blackberry is antiquated. It’s always about “the next thing” in this town. It’s impossible to stay the same without falling behind. It reminds me of my hamster habit trail I had growing-up. I used to watch my hamster “Candy” travel round and round on that thing for hours. She had no peace of mind until a dog devoured her one-day. Poor Candy. Is that the only way to get off this ride? Ouch. I’ll stay on.
Written by Rachel Bailit