Hi-Diddly-dee, an actor's life for me!

So as part of my ongoing battle with my impoverished supply of self-esteem, I decided a couple of months ago that it was about time I stopped wasting those three years I spent at the illustrious University of Derby all those millions of years ago and did something of a Performing and Media Arts nature. I looked up amateur dramatics and operatic societies in North London, and happened upon FFBOS (The Finchley and Friern Barnet Operatic Society). I made contact, but one thing after another seemed to crop up to stop me going down to audition.

Until now.

I am scheduled to go down on Wednesday night to meet them and audition for membership. I've got my song music all printed off ready (I'm going to do Summertime by George Gershwin), and have arranged for Himself to drop me off and pick me up. I am more or less over the horrible cold I've had for the past week or so, and I'm hoping I'll be in fine voice on the night.



I am, however, terrified. It's been a long time since I did any singing beyond karaoke, and even longer since I did any acting. The last show I was even in was before I even met Himself, which shows you how long ago it was.

And I can't help wondering... what the fuck am I doing?! If they accept me, I will be over the moon and will try out for all the shows with enthusiasm, but if they reject me... what will that do for my self-esteem?

All I can do, I suppose is hope to break a leg, although not literally!



Just no one mention the Scottish play, okay? :)