Around
12:30, I turned my little light off and decided to try and get some
sleep, and I end up just laying there with my eyes closed for awhile.
Then I (and the rest of the floor, I guess) hear this couple come in,
and while they're whispering, it's the kind of whispers that carry.
Not exactly a stage whisper, but we can still hear exactly what
they're saying. And it's clear that they're not happy with each
other. I'll spare you most of the drama, but it was completely
ridiculous. And it went on for at least an hour. And the guy started
crying at one point and, I shit you not, he sounded exactly like that
crying woman's voice that Dane Cook uses. “I just don't understand!
You just get so angry!” I was torn between laughing out loud and
screaming. All I could picture was this whiny little emo/hipster kid
in some skinny jeans and eyeliner and a bad haircut. The worst part
was, this guy kept repeating “I just want to leave! I just want to
leave so fucking bad!” and it was all I could do to stop myself
from yelling “THEN JUST FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY, YOU WHINY LITTLE
BASTARD! AND DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN THE VAGINA ON THE WAY
OUT!!” But that wouldn't have been very nice. Eventually, though,
the little emo soap opera spins itself out, and things are finally
quiet. For about 10 minutes. And then, just as I'm finally
falling asleep, a group of foreign guys come in, who apparently
couldn't read the signs that basically say “Shut the fuck up;
people are trying to sleep in here,” and decide to carry on a
conversation at full volume (actually shouting from room to room a
few times) in a language I didn't recognize. Something that sounded
vaguely Russian, but wasn't. By the time they shut up, my alarm clock
said it was around 3. And I was pissed. Really? Possibly the most
important night of sleep in my life, and I have to deal with this
shit? But it's not like there was anything I could do about it at
that point. So I managed to get some sleep on and off for the next
few hours, and ended up waking up just before my alarm was going to
go off anyways. I decide to turn it off, and just close my eyes for a
few more minutes.
When I open them again, it's 7:15, so I'm already
running late. Awesome. I jump out of bed and head for the sinks so I
can start slathering some of this makeup on. It takes longer than I
expected (Are there really women who do this EVERY DAY? Madness!),
but eventually I'm done. I put on my dress (this day just got weirder
and weirder) and then the sweatpants and tennis shoes I'm going to
wear in case I'm stuck waiting outside. I make sure my music binder
is in my bag, along with my character shoes, a snack, and the makeup
in case I need more, and then I set off for the nearest subway
station. I get there just in time to watch the last car of my train
slip out of sight. Sweet. It ends up taking a good 10 or 15 minutes
for another train to come through, which means I'm getting later by
the second. Eventually it gets there, and then I make my transfer and
emerge onto the street near the audition. I manage to turn the right
way this time, but it turns out that I'm on the wrong side of the
street. Apparently, there are two exits to that subway station, and I
took a different one from the night before. So I wait for a break in
traffic and then run for my life across the street. I yank open the
doors to the right building, and end up in the middle of a group of
girls who look like they're going the same direction I am. We all
crowd into the elevator when it arrives and make our way up to the
12th
floor.
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