A common phrase, but truly, there is nothing like it.
The rush of people in the subway, hurrying into the train car with their cup of coffee from the corner deli. Generally the car is quiet in the morning. People stay in their own little world with headphones in and their head in a book.
This morning, a sweet Puerto Rican woman bravely held the subway car door open for me. I stepped in and got smashed between the two closing doors. (I’m un-phased by this now…. It’s more of a gentle hug from the city that says “good morning!”)
I’m riding downtown for the ECC Dance call for an upcoming production of Grease at Papermill Playhouse. The theatre has a great reputation for quality work (Newsies had its preview there before coming to Broadway).
It was hard getting out of bed this morning. You go to these auditions week after week, and it’s easy to get discouraged or wonder “why, out of 300 other girls who look and dance and sing exactly like me, would they pick me?” I suppose my piece of advice to the young aspiring actor this morning would be, “just keep swimming!”