I hate the term "bucket list." It was cute-ish for a movie title, but it doesn't need to become a Real Thing. We can still refer to things as goals, ambitions, hopes, dreams. All I think of when I hear "bucket list" is a scene from 30 Rock when Tracy says, "But there were still so many things on my bucket list! So many buckets I wanted to own!"
Aaaanyway, the point is that one of my life's ambitions is to be in a musical. Last night I auditioned for Guys and Dolls with a very nervous-sounding 16 bars (okay, 18) of "A Little Bit in Love" from the musical Wonderful Town. The director, bless his heart, said I have a better voice than the woman he saw do the role on Broadway. Ridiculous, I know. Charming lies, regardless. Plus he loved my resume. It was very tongue-in-cheeky, which I suppose was a gamble. But who is interested in a list of the shows I did in high school? It was amusing and memorable, full of things like "I saw my high school's production of Guys and Dolls" and "My favorite flavor of ice cream is dulce de leche." It go the job done.
Call backs were supposed to be tonight. Oh, callbacks, where they find out I can't dance. Callbacks are my nemesis. Lucky for me, they decided to cast the show just from the auditions--which frankly seems risky to me, unless they had people read and not me--and there, as number seven of eighteen Save a Soul Mission ensemble members, was my name. I'm going to be in a musical.
Rehearsals are 7-10 pm Mondays through Thursdays, which means I'll be going to bed two hours later than I'd prefer. Which means lots of afternoon naps, and lots of complaining about how tired I am. But still. IN A MUSICAL. And anyway, it's only six weeks or so.
So, if your interests include seeing shows where people you vaguely know from the internet periodically break into song, might I suggest you clear some time in mid-November?