the ultimate faux pas

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Last night I ventured out to the theatre to see a friend’s show. The play was really good and the audience gathered in the lobby afterward to congratulate the actors…

The lights were low, people were mostly in silhouette, and I had no expectation of seeing anyone I might know. I glanced over to the little bar and I saw a gentleman in a suit drinking a beer. As my eyes adjusted I realized it was my agent. I thought to myself, “Hey, that’s Charles,” so I smiled and made my way closer to him.

I wasn’t sure he recognized me, so I questioned if it was indeed Charles, but I knew he was from my agency so I said, “Hi. Are you Ian?” (Ian is the newest agent at my agency and might not know me out of context).

“No, it’s Charles. Hi Ali,” Charles said giving me a hug.

[color=turquoise]Shit! Insert foot in mouth…and try to dig myself out of the hole.[/color]

“Oh, Charles, I’m so sorry. I knew it was you, but it was dark and it’s so out of context and…and…and…etc, etc.”

Charles was really sweet about it and he proceeded to give me some nice feedback he’d heard from a producer I’d auditioned for recently. We had a really nice chat, but I of course was internally obsessing over the fact that I called my agent by the wrong name!!!

This is one for my memoirs…

What a ditz.

chapter 2

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Melanie met Carlo at a birthday party for a friend of a friend. Desperate to meet new people in this strange, new city she now called home, she accepted the invitation knowing she wouldn’t know anyone at all.
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overhaul

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As you can see, alitaylor.com is in the midst of getting a facelift.
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Check it out. Click around.

And hey, leave comments, please. I wanna know you’re there.
I wanna know what you think.

i guess there’s no picnic

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Picnic

A couple of weeks ago I had an audition for a famous play by William Inge called Picnic. I really like this play and was happy to be going in for the character of Madge (made famous by [URL=http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001571/]Kim Novak[/url] in the 1955 [URL=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0048491/]film version[/url]).
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chapter 1

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The smog was unmistakable. The heaviness of the air swirled in the small cabin of the rented U-haul. Melanie and her Dad pulled up in front of the apartment building, sweating from the heat and tired from the long drive South. They stepped out of the truck, Melanie anxious to start unpacking, her Dad anxious to stretch his legs. Just then her cell phone rang, the caller ID flashing “Max”.

Melanie had been introduced to Max by a friend upon her decision to move to Los Angeles. Being that she knew exactly 2 people in LA he became her insta-friend. He offered to come help them unload the truck and her Dad was thrilled by the idea of a strapping young lad helping them lug the matress up 6 flights of stairs.

Melanie and her Dad were just beginning the task of unloading her belongings onto the sidewalk when Max showed up.

And you could say that was the beginning.
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