I Can't Wait

This afternoon my daughter auditioned for a roll in a TV series. A big roll. A secondary roll in a new show, shot out in the Rockies over a four month period and…and…and now I have to sit by the phone and wait for her agent to call. It could be two days, one week, never. I have no idea.
When I ask my daughter how the audition went I get, “Fine”. Goddamn it. I paid $15 bucks for parking I need better answers then “Fine”.
And this is when I realized how miserable I am at waiting. I mean, couldn’t they just give her a hint as she walked out the door. You’re not the look we wanted! You sucked! At least I could get on with my life. BTW my daughter is happily watching America’s Top Model and doing her homework. I am clearly suffering alone.

And I’m just coming out of another bad WAITING episode. My youngest had auditioned for our local arts school and made the first cut. Unfortunately the second audition coincided with a family wedding in Mexico that had been booked for over six months. After pleading to the artistic director for another opportunity he advised me “Not to worry. We don’t have a lot of choice with boys.” Which I quickly translated into, “He’s 90% in. We are just going through the motions.” I paced a trail from North York to the Mayan Rivera and back again waiting for the final decision from the school. When the envelop finally appeared in my mailbox it was to say he had NOT been accepted. Three months of waiting for no payoff.

Sigh. In four months my eldest will start sending off applications for university. And unless he pulls up his socks, it won’t be a case of ‘where’ he gets in but ‘if’. I think I’ll be a basket case by the end of that.

Perhaps there is a ten-step program I can join.