i have a commercial audition today. they’re calling for an upscale, asian professional girl.

okay?

well, i’m sure my competition {let’s not kid ourselves that’s what they are} will show up in smiles, skirts, kitten heels, hips matchstick slim; pretty and polite.

i could go my normal route: a witty {in my version}, freckle-faced, overly caffeinated, overly sweet, overly-hipped, half-jap. typically attired in jeans, a strappy sandal, stripey tank, and yummy, blankety sweater. more a fresh from the coast rather than straight from soho house.

but last week’s acting class emphasized playing the opposites. working your unexpected.

i’m thinking liu wen fierce. nothing is more diametric or not in the cards. 

if i choose this detour, i’d wear my girliest man-suit and stilts for heels.

my attitude: aloof.

arms: akimbo.

mouth: vapidly ajar.

deeply digging into my mako shark japanese ancestry i’ll tiger lily my competition out of said “disney hotel” spot.

yes. i said “disney”.

maybe a quick mulan run through before my drive up might be more advantageous.

crushed berry velvet works so well in southern california june.

especially sitting in 405 traffic

who am i kidding?

i’ll go into casting, like i typically do, a buffoonery of manners and a smothering of courtesy, wearing something utterly appropriate and identical to my fellow starlets.

asian cool, i don’t have….but this little fantasy you obliged me was fun.

wednesday happy m’loves.