It's HAIRSPRAY....

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