Holyshit you guys, I auditioned for this amazing stage show, Listen To Your Mother and I had one of the greatest auditions I have ever had, and that alone was the best feeling, knowing that I just killed it, because I was prepared and rehearsed and my piece was fucking hilarious and I felt confident and READY.
Ready to be on stage again. Ready to perform my writing. Ready.
So I fretted and bit my nails for days and prepared myself for rejection – because that’s part of the business, right - rejection. I gotta have a thick skin, and be ready for people to say “NO”. But it still hurts and I feel like I’ve been getting too many “No’s” lately, when really, my favorite word is “YES!”
I left that audition soaring.
Last week I received the exhilarating news that I had been chosen to be a cast member of the show – Listen To Your Mother.
Yes is a bright and shining atom bomb of joy obliterating the black hole of “No.” It is the ego boost that I wanted and needed. I got all squishy and Sally Field, jumping around my house saying, “They like me! They really, really like me!” And then I turned into some character from a Quentin Tarantino movie proclaiming, “Damn strait those mutha fuckah’s wanted me! That shit I wrote was goddamn HILARIOUS! I pity the fool who wouldn’t take me.” (I guess I turned into Mr. T as well.)
Yes pointed me back into the direction of stage. Yes confirmed where my passion and talent shine and where (oh, help me, I’m about to get all Oprah-y) my soul does a Bob Fosse hip swivel, high kick to the beat of the word, “Yes, yes, yes yes, yes!”
Have I even explained what the show is about? It's a national series of original work on stage, about motherhood - and it takes place on or around Mothers Day. This year it be performed in twenty-four cities. Wow.
There has to be a yiddish word for how I feel - a word that puts together pride and confidence and happiness from deep inside. If you know it, please tell me.