Dance Machine, Part II
Ok, I have news. Remember my heinous dance audition for New Stage's production of Smokey Joe's Cafe a while back? Well, they must be really desperate, because the director has called me back to sing/read this week. Dear Lord.
The really sad part is, I would love to do it. But since returning to full-time work this month, I don't think there is any way that I will have time to do a show. (Especially in the summer, which is a very busy time for my full-time job.)
And I HATE that. Because I really wanted to sing "I'm a Woman." Or at least "Trouble." (Because I totally am. Trouble, that is.) And I would have rocked those songs.
The really sad part is, I would love to do it. But since returning to full-time work this month, I don't think there is any way that I will have time to do a show. (Especially in the summer, which is a very busy time for my full-time job.)
And I HATE that. Because I really wanted to sing "I'm a Woman." Or at least "Trouble." (Because I totally am. Trouble, that is.) And I would have rocked those songs.
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'Tis better to do a few jobs really well, than to do many jobs really poor.
I can't work a full-time day job, plus a night job, plus feel like I'm getting to see/spend any time with my son and hubs. I'm only one little woman!
Even though it would be temporary, I think it'd be long enough for me to go crazy. And feel guilty. And be totally exhausted.
Not a good idea . . .