One Memory Lane…

I had no idea that I would be driving past this place yesterday, which was the spot of my “prepare a monologue” audition. When an actor hears that, he or she thinks, “Shakespeare.” Well, I had long prepared a monologue but it was by Will’s contemporary, Andrew Marvel. “To His Coy Mistress.” It is a favorite poem full of wit and delight.

And then….this was the beginning of the end for me. At the last minute, I decided my monologue would not be from any great work, but rather a contemporary writing I also had memorized and could turn pages on without even opening my eyes. “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom.” It was my daughter’s favorite book, fun to read, as this excerpt from my cobwebbed brain details.

“Skit skat skoodle doo flip flop flee, everybody running from the coconut tree. Mommas and Poppas and Uncles and Aunts, hug their little dears then dust their pants.”

I didn’t get the job. I probably only went on about four more auditions before I hung up my hat. Anyway, all of that flooded back when I drove past this old theater on Federal Boulevard, now the “Victory Church.” I definitely need to get out more!

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