Читать книгу Hey Dorothy You're Not in Kansas Anymore - Karen Mueller Bryson - Страница 5

I didn’t go back to my mom's house after that first therapy session. Instead, I did what any out-of-work twenty-six year old would do. I went back to my apartment and went to sleep. That’s all I really wanted to do for a very long time.

Eventually, though, my roommate and best friend, Haley Totino, returned from her Great Two-Week New York City Audition Adventure. Haley is an aspiring actress, just like I was. The difference between us is that Haley has a tremendous amount of talent. It's not that I don't think I've got talent; I just don't have nearly the talent that Haley does.

The problem is that Haley isn't attractive in the conventional movie star kind of way, and that really bothers her. She lacks the confidence in her talent that one needs to be a star. I imagine Haley as a kind of young Kathy Bates and nothing ever stopped her from making it in Hollywood.

"And just where have you been?" Haley asked, walking into my bedroom.

"I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the last week. What’s the matter, didn’t you pay the phone bill?"

"I was staying at my mom’s house," I said.

"Why?"

"There’s no easy way to say it, so I’ll just say it. My dad died last week."

"What?"

"My dad—"

"I heard what you said. That was an I-can’t-believe-what-I-just-heard kind of what not a please-repeat-what-you-just-said kind of what."

"Oh."

"What happened?"

"All I wanted to do was sleep and my mom made me go to this Mickey Rooney clone-doctor. He may actually be Mickey Rooney incognito, or maybe he’s like his Doppleganger or something. He’s really scary and his office smells like garlic and onions. He doesn’t even have any magazines in the waiting room, and his other patients are these gay guys, who read poetry to each other. I didn't know who Betsy Keebler Ross is so now I have to go to therapy twice a week."

"I mean, what happened to your dad?"

"It was that evil Buckstar's. Remember how I told you not to go there because they had this plan to take over the world by stealing all of our souls with their caffe lattes and mocha javas. Well, they got my dad."

"You did say you’re in therapy."

"Twice a week."

"That’s good, Dorothy."

"So, how was New York?" I asked. I was eager to hear the scoop on her auditions.

"Are you sure you want to hear about this? I mean, don’t you want to lie down or something?"

"No. I’ve been lying down for days. I’m on an up-swing. How was the Big Apple?"

Never having been out of the state of Florida, I was very anxious to hear her tales of Broadway.

"The Big Apple is big."

"And?"

"Noisy, dirty, smelly, crowded, expensive. It's every bad thing you've ever heard about it and more!"

"What about the auditions?"

"I had three. The first audition was for a one-liner on Law and Order. There were 50 people reading for the part. They gave it to a woman with a prosthetic arm. They said she looked the most like real life New York. The second role was for a new movie that just started filming. They said it was starring Gerard Butler and Betty White as star-crossed lovers or something like that. It sounded kind of weird to me. Anyway, I didn’t get that part either. The last one was for a tuna fish commercial. About 200 people showed up for the audition. How many different ways can you say, Don’t you wishy you had some Tuna Fishy?”

"Wow. That’s depressing."

"But I did get to see The Lion King."

"The Lion King? Are you kidding?"

"It was the only show on Broadway that wasn’t sold out."

That was even more depressing.