Biding Time

Summer in NYC is kind of like summer in FL except for the humidity and the pervading smell of trash.

The TONY awards have come and gone and I found myself for the first time thinking: I want to be there next year.

Or at the least, before I die.

I have a round of auditions coming up. I had to turn down the PA job doing The Sunshine Boys. It sucks, but I have some opportunities coming up that I need to take advantage of including getting my citizenship - which is all important. Want to move out of any kind of alien status and become permanently permanent so I have nothing to worry about. A green card does not equate to any kind of safety given the changing nature of immigration bills.

On the horizon are an audition for an NYCFringe show which I REALLY want to be a part of. Some EPAs for long-running Bway shows which I have no hope of getting into, but at the very least want to be seen for. Another audition for TheatreWorks (that is the one I will start praying for now that I book).

Looking into some seminars and workshops and trying to find ways to get the hell out of the apartment everyday for at least five minutes. I have become somewhat of a shut-in. I wake up every morning thinking of what I need to do to move forward, get my Equity card, and just become a working actor and have that be my number one source of income.

Every other actor's dilemma, right? They said it would be hard. I knew it would be difficult. But nothing and no one can prepare you for the combination of the business and the city and what it takes to just survive let alone try to breakthrough.

Now I know why so many New Yorkers, actors especially, go to therapy and self-medicate.