Okay, when I said I’d finish 2018 “broke and happy” in my last post, I did NOT mean for the universe to take that as a challenge.
Last week Monday, I went to a theatre audition. I’ll spare you the suspense—I didn’t get it. But I ran into a few people I’d gotten to know since joining the industry, and one of them said to me, “I see you in, like, everything.”
When I approached the counter of the Starbucks I’m currently writing this from, the barista, Michelle, greeted me by name. This Starbucks is across the city from where I live, so this was slightly concerning. However, it’s five minutes from Heritage Park where I’ve been going to rehearsal five times a week for the last two months.
When people find out I’m an actor, often the first question they ask is “Film or theatre?” I’ve always answered film because that’s been what I wanted to do since I first wanted to act, and more recently screen acting is the only kind I do. But like many actors, I got my start in theatre.
Mornings here in Calgary have been gloomy these last few days. I’ve noticed this because my room at my mom’s house hasn’t got curtains yet and the sun shines directly in my face, waking me up on non-gloomy mornings. These gloomy ones, however, I’m able to sleep through.
If you were expecting daily blog posts from Vietnam like I usually do for my trips, I’m sorry to disappoint. This trip I decided I’d film vlogs instead, and now my arms are muscly from holding up cameras all month.
I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.
I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.
I never really considered myself an honest person.
I’ve been thinking about the traits I was proud of when I was younger. The ability to lie convincingly and without shame was one of them. Obviously, it isn’t exactly something someone should be proud of, but I was a good liar and it protected me. So yes, I was proud.
I got my first-ever acting agent not too long ago, which was a big deal in of itself. But then yesterday, I found out I had an audition,
I had a bad day last week. The worst in a while, with a bunch of different not-fun things coming together all in that one day. And I discovered something amazing.