This is my set up. I am here early, before the first audition of the day.
Yesterday was amazing, as I expected, but a bit more mind-blowing than I could have imagined.
How is it that every-one has such a unique story to tell? - and - I want them to be able to tell it.
But, I can only choose a handful for my show, to make it The Show. Each piece could stand on its own, but in the end, for The Show they must marry each other and compliment and flow. I feel honored to have heard the words of the women and men that share and bare their souls and hearts and jokes to me (and Samantha and Sarah, who so kindly sat in on auditions with me.) We grab tissues, nod heads, and laugh.out.loud. So many of these folks are not even writers or bloggers. They knew they had a story and finally wrote it down.
What story do you need to tell? Write it down. Discover.
My hope is that for those that don't get cast, that they know that it doesn't make their story any less worthy of the ones that are chosen. I hope they will continue to share it, tell it, post it, speak it somewhere. Be heard. Some-one will listen, and I've found often that it will be the very person that was meant to hear it.
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