Well, shit! Okay, I auditioned on August 10th for Holly Johnson’s company—the day before our last day in L.A. Both Melissa and I didn’t hear anything from Holly, even though after the audition, she told me she wanted to put me on her shortlist. Still, I didn’t hear anything from her. We came home and got back to life as usual.
I wasn’t really happy about the fact that I didn’t hear back, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just felt like I was meant for more than working in the office at Brian’s On-Site Recycling Inc. (even though it was my office, and I ran it how I saw fit).
Well, no sooner had I been talking about not getting picked when Holly called.
“I would like to invite you to join my company,” she said.
I was still processing the fact that I saw her name on my caller ID.
I think this could be an amazing journey for me. I feel like I’ve been waiting for something—anything—to compel me to leave and find my own way. The problem is what I feel for my family. I feel indebted to them. I feel like it’s my responsibility as a Fidalgo to take care of my people. However, that may mean I have to give up that which I love most—dance!
Oh, the thoughts I have! I need to find some way to figure things out. It doesn’t help that Melissa says she won’t come unless she has a stable job. Also, the Subbie needs to be traded in, but the car I want to replace it with is going to cost me another $150 in payments and another $150 in insurance.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
I hope I can figure it out by my birthday.
—B
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