WEEK THREE...LETS GO
ANOTHER WEEK GONE..jeez. once again this one consisted primarily of topshop, classes, an audition, gym and sunshine. yeah i know you're thinking same as last week - but i threw sunshine in. so surely that's better right?
This weeks audition? my favourite - HAIRSPRAY on the royal Caribbean ship. sounds fancy eh? well chillout as no actual royals on board, but the Caribbean alone definitely overrides old queenie.
Unfortunately (yes there's always a but...) the audition was OPEN. for those of you who are muggles (non dancers) this means that ANYONE can attend. that's right... even you. /tempted much?
So I wait patiently in the queue whilst practically everyone around me is speaking FAR louder than they need to about other auditions, their agent and how sally smith is touring in this and that all at the same time as applying enough make up to actually hide their nose whilst asking you 'how you've been' - which in dancer translation really means 'what castings have you been for you untalented shit'. dancers...got to love them.
I got cut. AGAIN. not that i'm fussed or anything.... dam i need to start sleeping with the director or something... then again i don't have a penis? fail. maybe there's another way. suggestions welcome.
Someone wise once said to me - after every audition you should treat yourself to something nice. well ...im pretty sure the person who said this is minted so easily said right? i mean im sure i probably think i deserve something nice every week... but then i come back down to reality. reality sucks.
Alas - after this one i did enjoy a drink in the beautiful covent garden sunshine with a precious friend, people watched and thought how covent garden is just RAMMED with dancers. i mean it's not hard to spot guys who wear more foundation than the cast of towie and girls who wear enough hairspray to choke a country is it?
This was when I decided to write a summer list. 5 things I have to do before summer:
1. try a new alcoholic drink
2. go on a date
3. go to a commercial class (as the best friend and agent keep telling me. i dragged the bf to ballet to be fair)
4. cook something exciting (note to self beans on toast and jacket potatoes do not count.)
5. buy a hairbrush (shit this should definitely be number one)
well time for me to love you and leave you for another week. you have to make me a promise... that in this one you do ONE thing that makes you smile. give a pound to a tramp, read a good book, make a cake, smile at a stranger. ANYTHING.. but something that makes you smile. life is SHORT and if you're a busy bee like me then sometimes you forget that.
NO DAY BUT TODAY.
over and out - milly summer x
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Friday, 16 March 2012
dirty dancer?
second round. Here goes...
New week. New me?
Joke. same old scatty summer that leaves the butter out of the fridge, carries too much crap in her bag and yet again. fails to purchase a hairbrush.
But do you ever stop and think about LIFE. today that i did. I had one of those moments, you know the ones where you come out of yourself and think 'what am i doing with my life' ... no? just me then.
My mum has always told me to keep my eyes open, which i do. mainly at mulberry in selfridges, or at a hottie on the tube that needs a shave. but sometimes I try for the things that actually matter. like mulberry. just kidding... kind of. But it is good to do, just try and pick something - ONE thing in your entire day that makes a difference. because let's be honest. it's going to be pretty dull if you don't. right?
Alas this week I had an audition - there's that word that used to bring me fear and now brings me - fear and possibly a bit of excitement, aswell as a stomach of butterflies doing a bleep test.
This weeks audition was for dirty dancing. CLASSIC. although does this actually mean i have to become a 'dirty dancer'? Apparently so.
This i realised during my audition whilst squashed between two what looked like spanish girls wearing thongs (pretty much) that looked like they could smash the routine better than i can smash an entire cup of pick'n mix. SHIT.
Isn't it silly? getting up, applying a full face of make up, whizzing down the tube looking like pete burns and standing in front of a panel while they pick whether you are 'good enough'. if you actually analyse it. it's pretty dam weird? but i love it right? so i keep telling myself.
I got cut - C.U.T like a pair of scissors cutting you off the string that you cling onto in sheer desperation of getting the job, or even a recall...of course i'm not actttttually desperate... wait, who the hell am i kidding. yes i am.
The life of a dancer does keep you on your toes. literally.
Unfortunately the week ended in topshop... in which i spend most of my time staring into space, sirening songs and people watching every single girl that comes in, whilst picking up some arseholes shit off the floor. Oh, and being told by my manager on a daily basis that I look tired. no shit. you try balancing trying to have a career, a job and a life in a week. and you don't mean tired, you mean rough. just say it.
one things for sure. I am not made for retail. this much is clear. note to self: don't ever tell topshop manager again that you're going to your audition because topshop isn't you life, unlike theirs.epic fail.
So much happens in a week - but to sum up. I think it's all about finding the little things that make you happy, right? like this week a free starbucks latte, a smile from a stranger, or buying green giant sweetcorn instead of sainsbury basics?
to me, it's all about really living, with some jazz hands thrown in for good measure. bring on the weekend. friends,wine, food - oh and a westend career. but that can wait until tomorrow.
over and out,
summer x
New week. New me?
Joke. same old scatty summer that leaves the butter out of the fridge, carries too much crap in her bag and yet again. fails to purchase a hairbrush.
But do you ever stop and think about LIFE. today that i did. I had one of those moments, you know the ones where you come out of yourself and think 'what am i doing with my life' ... no? just me then.
My mum has always told me to keep my eyes open, which i do. mainly at mulberry in selfridges, or at a hottie on the tube that needs a shave. but sometimes I try for the things that actually matter. like mulberry. just kidding... kind of. But it is good to do, just try and pick something - ONE thing in your entire day that makes a difference. because let's be honest. it's going to be pretty dull if you don't. right?
Alas this week I had an audition - there's that word that used to bring me fear and now brings me - fear and possibly a bit of excitement, aswell as a stomach of butterflies doing a bleep test.
This weeks audition was for dirty dancing. CLASSIC. although does this actually mean i have to become a 'dirty dancer'? Apparently so.
This i realised during my audition whilst squashed between two what looked like spanish girls wearing thongs (pretty much) that looked like they could smash the routine better than i can smash an entire cup of pick'n mix. SHIT.
Isn't it silly? getting up, applying a full face of make up, whizzing down the tube looking like pete burns and standing in front of a panel while they pick whether you are 'good enough'. if you actually analyse it. it's pretty dam weird? but i love it right? so i keep telling myself.
I got cut - C.U.T like a pair of scissors cutting you off the string that you cling onto in sheer desperation of getting the job, or even a recall...of course i'm not actttttually desperate... wait, who the hell am i kidding. yes i am.
The life of a dancer does keep you on your toes. literally.
Unfortunately the week ended in topshop... in which i spend most of my time staring into space, sirening songs and people watching every single girl that comes in, whilst picking up some arseholes shit off the floor. Oh, and being told by my manager on a daily basis that I look tired. no shit. you try balancing trying to have a career, a job and a life in a week. and you don't mean tired, you mean rough. just say it.
one things for sure. I am not made for retail. this much is clear. note to self: don't ever tell topshop manager again that you're going to your audition because topshop isn't you life, unlike theirs.epic fail.
So much happens in a week - but to sum up. I think it's all about finding the little things that make you happy, right? like this week a free starbucks latte, a smile from a stranger, or buying green giant sweetcorn instead of sainsbury basics?
to me, it's all about really living, with some jazz hands thrown in for good measure. bring on the weekend. friends,wine, food - oh and a westend career. but that can wait until tomorrow.
over and out,
summer x
Monday, 12 March 2012
first day of school.
So here goes... a blog.
What does that word mean to me? A bunch of losers taking time out of their probably not that interesting lives to write about their daily skinny latte or their tube journey? Well I'm joining them... note to self. never post about skinny lattes or tube journeys.
I'm Milly Summer. I'm 21 and I'm a dancer in London chasing the dream. ergh that sounded cheesy even in my ears... I'm spending my days working in topshop until I find a job in a musical. that's better.
I'm trying my hardest not to bang on too much to begin with... I think I'm failing. although I haven't mentioned latte's yet. shit.
Here is an official toast- to a new journey of writing and a new self discovery.. blah blah... you either read it or you don't. but give it a go. I'll try my hardest to entertain. after all, that's what I supposedly do for a living.
Peace out,
Milly Summer x
ps - spelling mistakes are not open for judging. I dance for a reason.
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