Walking into Forum auditions yesterday was like a sorority recruitment meeting. Twenty girls, twogay directors and… Jordan.
“A boy!” they cried.
“Dear God, Brendan,” Jordan said, with panic in his eyes.
I think I broke some hearts when I told them I was just going in for crew. No, not the girls–I’mtalking about Wes, the gay-but-doesn’t-know-it director, who looked at me pitifully as weleft.
“I already had you cast!”
I wanted to say “I know,” but I didn’t.
Tonight should be SS practice night,if we can pry Darren’s wang loose long enough to drag him over there. Then tomorrow night isShenanigans auditions, at which I’m supposed to teach something (ha ha!), and somewhere in thereI’m supposed to toon and write some Benedict.
There are lots of people better at journaling than me.
