For the final 30 days of my twenties, I am writing one personal narrative a day that has impacted my life until now. To read more about my challenge, feel free to check out the first post.
Also, this 30 Day challenge is also to support a wonderful charity, Zara Aina. Please check out my fundraiser here and if you’re able, please consider throwing a few dollars toward this amazing cause. It would mean the world!
2010 was the year of applying to everything. Every audition or job opportunity that remotely fit my abilities was a chance for me to at least give it the old college try. Many times, this landed me in auditions and interviews that were significantly over my head. One of these times, I was called to audition for a hip-hop flash mob to take place in Times Square for the launch of a new video game console
I don’t know if you know this about me, but I am not a hip hop dancer. Up until that that time, I had studied ballet, jazz, modern and tap on and off since childhood, and to be fair, I wasn’t half bad. But when I tried to attempt any type of dance that required you to relax your body (as hip hop often does), I struggled. I really really struggled. I’d look like a broken tin man trying to dance. But hey! This casting director called me directly to tell me about this massive cattle call. What could go wrong?