Audition

Getting dressed for audition yesterday, put on running shorts, t-shirt, sweatshirt. Feel that something is missing. Ask Dave what I ought to add. He says I should wear a head band and, trustingly, do. He bursts out laughing and says that it is very Funny. Tell him stiffly that do not care to have jokes played on me. Take off headband. Go to filthy loft building in the flower district for audition and am alarmed to see several dozen others wearing similar outfit. Feel that on second thought would rather not be Stockbroker #3. But as am leaving, am spotted by Hilary who says, You look tired. Should take this as indication that should leave immediately, but down. Sit down next to two fellow auditioners who appear to know each other well. Try to overhear conversation. Am very impressed to hear that they both have managers. Again get up to leave. But as gather up scrips, bag of work clothes, it becomes clear that managers do not take care of acting career, but rather of food service career. Have gleeful feeling of disdain. Do not care to think of self as a snob, but the evidence does often seem to point that way. Use this feeling in audition and leave feeling that have booked job. Call Dave excitedly. He says Not to Count Chickens, which take poorly. Feel pessimistically that if chickens are not counted before they are hatched, they are likely never to be counted at all. Keep thought to self.