“Mom, there’s an audition for Hairspray on Wednesday, can I go?”
It was these words, along with pleading puppy dog eyes, that had me leaving work early enough to head home, collect up The 13YO, and drive a town or two away so she could make it to The Audition by 6pm.
“It shouldn’t take too long.”
Ok, this was a Big Fat Lie. Not her fault, but still. I now firmly believe that there isn’t anything in theater that doesn’t “take too long”. And if this is the avenue that The 13YO wants to pursue, then Oh Boy.
As a result of The Big Fat Lie we didn’t get home until nearly 10pm. I required photographic evidence. Sorry, it’s the best I can do presently.
Day 8, unimpressed.