So this week has been crazy. To update you on the Harold auditions, I got a callback for Sunday. I had pretty solid scenework but didn't make a team. I was told later that I need to initiate stronger at the top of the scene so that'll be something to work on in the next few months. I also had a great agent meeting and got called by another one to see my demo reel. Work was nuts and because it's pilot season I'm workshopping like crazy. I get up about 5:30 in the AM, get home with about an hour to spare before taking off to a workshop, show or rehearsal. My immune system can only take so much so of course Thursday night at 2 AM I start coughing and sneezing non-stop. And that's how I've been ever since.
I woke this morning cursing daylight savings but grateful my neighbor and her boyfriend didn't "express" themselves last night. Surly Temple here I come. @SwooshTheDog gave me the WTF look and I was like sorry buddy, mommy's gotta go be funny. Although, I knew that wasn't happening today. I decided to take the train in to iO. I do that sometimes when I'm feeling sluggish and don't want to mess with street parking or the Farmer's Market. As I walked up to buy my ticket, I noticed a frantic MTA employee (probably a bus driver) trying to assist this man. Finally, he turned to me and asked if I knew how to work the machine and if I could help this guy buy his ticket. He then explained he was late and needed to get back upstairs to finish his route. I said sure, even though I was running late. The dude was a blind man and was short of money. I'm not sayin' blind men are always short of money but this one was. So I took his money, popped it into the machine, added a little of my own and voila - his ticket.
He then asked for assistance getting to the train. If you've never ridden the subway in LA, there is usually a series of escalators and steps as if you're descending the levels of purgatory. Yes, it's that wonderful. At this point, time didn't seem to be a factor to me anymore. I grabbed his arm and off we went. I stood next to him waiting on the train wondering if he knew I was still there even though we stood in silence. Then the train roared into the station. He started to walk forward and I grabbed his arm. Whoa big guy, I'm feeling good but not good enough to throw myself on some tracks today. The doors opened and I guided him to a seat. About 3 guys jumped up and offered me their seat since I was helping this guy. Well done LA, who says we're jerky? And Surly Temple rehearsal you ask? I got my funny on. I got my funny on real good. Help a blind man, bring the funny - simple as that.
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