Logue for One, Please

I must be getting better at it. Either that, or theatres are more desperate these days. This week I performed two monologue auditions. You, loyal reader, know that I would rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks than give a monologue, but those who would (or would not) hire me have not asked and do not care -- a monologue is what they want! Tyrant bastard people. So, in the hope of earning a few ducats, I go and do the very thing that makes ripping my intestines out with a fork seem the better option for a fun-filled afternoon.

Twice.

And lo and behold... I've been called back.

Twice.

In the next round, I get to do the much preferred cold reading audition, in the hope of being "matched up" physically with folks who would play my friends, lovers, or relatives. Thankfully, no more painful imagery will be needed for this round. Thanks, Weird Al. Take five.