premature repair-ations

I've found all my dance shoes in a bag in the garage. I cleaned some, took others to the repair shop. I'm surprised at how very snug they feel after eight years of flipflops and Birkenstocks. With leather stretch spray in hand, I'm excited about using them again. But I haven't even auditioned yet.

In the words of Norma Desmond:

I don't know why I'm frightened.....I know my way around here....the cardboard trees, the painted scenes, the sound here......a world to rediscover....but I'm not in any hurry....and I need a moment.....

I've loved finding songs, marking music, costuming myself, checking for makeup colors. I't been so very long.

Today will be about dying my hair, choosing my clothes, practicing my song, trying tap steps. Tomorrow will be about having red hair, orange lipstick and purple blouse, my particular audition superstition. Now I channel my past characters, let them lead me to meet a new one. Those crazy nuns, the quirky bit parts, the long line of singing sluts: they will go with me and remind me I can do this again.

Back to Norma:

The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways....the atmosphere as thrilling here as always.....feel the early evening madness, feel the magic in the making....why, everything's as if we never said goodbye.

send courage.