"Hija, WE ARE NOT MODELS"
My first day at Theater, and my dance instructor was already on my case for walking the way I do. For people who are close to me, they'd have already noticed that I walk weird. Konting kembot dito. Konting kembot don. But I've walked that way ever since I can remember, and it was always something my sister LOVED to tease me about. "YOU SHOULD SEE THE MODELS I'VE WORKED WITH. THEY ARE HOPELESS. BRAINLESS." Amazing how he maintained perfect eye contact with me while on my "walking" case for the nth time.
Hmm, what crawled up HIS ASS? He'd also be barking out "BALANCE! ANG ARTE ARTE KASI!" Every bloody time I'd fall off balance while attempting to do a ballet position on tiptoes. Apparently, we were being trained for jazz, and being the weakling that I am, I just wasn't cut out for that stuff. "BEND! I said BEND! Not your KNEES! your BACK!"- (He'd caught me cheating while trying to touch my toes).
Honestly, there must be something about gay people. Most of their insults come off as a joke, so instead of fuming, I was in a relatively good mood, even though he was picking on me most of the time. If not for his hilarious sense of humour, I'd have given him one! =p
Hold a sec though. I thought I signed up for ACTING CLASS.
I got a bit ticked off though when Tony Mabesa informed us that we'd have to audition for the roles of the musical, "Bye Bye Birdie." Just when I thought I got my performance planned, I was annoyed when I found out that we'd have to SING and DANCE! First of all, it was going to take place the next day. Second, although I can do both, I am, by no means confident enough, nor am I a genius on both performance fields.
Patay! What's a girl to do?
I spent the rest of the night whining to my Mom while we were chatting- "Why oh WHY did you NOT enroll me for voice lessons and dance classes when I was younger. ITOLDYOUSO. I told you I'd need it in the future!" I typed all this out with real bitterness, obviously because I was panicking like crazy. My dear Mother's advice? "Don't worry darling. You'll do fine... JUST PRAY."
Uh.... right...
I spent the wee hours of the morning choreographing my own dance moves. I think I lost 10 pounds! It was sooo draining to say the least. I ended up sleeping at 4am, regretting all the while that I led a useless childhood. *sigh*
To cut the long story short... the audition went alright. Save for a few "sablays" here and there. It took place at the Guerrero Theater and I was more confident because I couldn't see the judges or the spectators' faces. It was comforting to think that as bad as I may have been... there were others who were alot more nervous and unprepared. Good luck to us!
Oh yeah, I was "auditionee" number 12. ;)
I just hope to death that all my hard work will pay off. I so badly want a "worthy" part, if not bag a lead role. I just hope I do NOT have to play one of the flowers, a cat, etc...
Now that's sad.
If that happens, I want my money back!
 
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