Picture this...
It’s 6am in a downtown dance studio and your stomach is roaring
Wrrrrrrauuuhhhh
Most people would have heard that noise and been fearful to see a baby Godzilla in the room, but you’re familiar with this same old morning scenario.
Just like 150 other performers with lululemon bras and high ponies dotted across the studio:
You have woken up at an ungodly hour…
Skipped breakfast (can’t look bloated on audition day)…
And hyped yourself up on caffeine in anticipation of the director (hopefully) accepting you into your next dance gig…
Booking this job means food on your table, it means you can make that FB post “Honored and excited to announce…” #bookedandblessed, and finally a feeling of accomplishment from the literal YEARS you have spent studying dance in preparation for this moment.
But you don’t have the job…yet.
You do a few plies to warm up, retouch your make-up in the mirror, and spend the last few agonizing minutes staring at the door that you will walk through to be accepted by the director…
…or rejected again.