Someone in NYC is requesting my presence at an audition wearing a bathing suit and little to no makeup tomorrow.
Yeah…I kinda I thought I was imagining things too. I replayed my voice-mail 3 times, and THEN I called my manager’s office and said, “Um…I’m not so sure I got the wardrobe requirements. Could you go over that again, please?”
My plan, dear Reader, is to distract them with big hair, lots of eyeliner, and tons of mascara as any self-respecting Jersey-Girl of a certain age would do. Wish me luck!