I pushed my anxiousness aside and leaped out of bed, showered, and put on this new pair of stretch low-waist warn denim jeans with a black peasant blouse. I topped off my new outfit with real snakeskin boots. I felt trendy, ready to hit the active life of New York City. The idea of a well-balanced breakfast crossed my mind, but I didn't want to risk my belly hanging noticeably over my stylish bearing-waist jeans. A final approval from my full-length mirror energized me and was out the door in a flash. In fact, as I found later, I left so fast that I left my door wide open.

It was 9:15; I would have to hurry if I was to make the 9:30 subway. Just as the automatic train doors closed, I was gripped with panic when I r

His face wrinkled up in puzzlement. "My dear, you're playing the poor, ugly girl that no one likes and will never like. The only requirement is that you not wash your hair until the end of the show."

At this time of day, the streets of Manhattan were clogged with traffic. As I dodged one taxi then another to cross the street, a dog came loose from his leash and started hounding me. Overcome by my life long fear of dogs, I dashed toward the sidewalk, doing my best imitation of OJ Simpson's famous airport dash, slipped on a cola can, broke the heel off of my snazzy snakeskin boots, and landed on the curb with a thud. I was too embarrassed to move while the vicious dog licked my face and hair as if I was covered with peanut butter. Soon after, but not soon enough, the owner retrieved the dog. No apology or sympathy was offered and I was left sitting there angry and flabbergasted. The city can be so cold sometimes.

Walking into my dilapidated apartment building, I reminded myself that I am a struggling actress and we all make sacrifices for our craft. The stairway smelled of cat urine and old tuna. The aroma grew stronger as I approached my room. I guess it was the earlier excitement of the morning, but my door was left wide open. An apparent message to the cities stray cats to come inside for a free meal followed and obligatory markings as each male out did the next. The stench was gagging. I ran inside arms shaking furiously side-to-side and a scream that even hurt my ears. My well practiced dance moves came in handy as I dodged the felines scampering out the door. I felt like I was auditioning for the musical Cats. As they cleared, my sight was drawn to the sheet music of Blues in the Night and a crumpled script covered in urine. How would I ever explain this to the casting director? I am sure he would see this story as preposterous. Needless to say, this episode left me week kneed. The morning enthusiasm had vanished and I sluggishly walked out and onto the street. By this time it was a little after 10:00 and I realized that I still had p

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