You train your whole life for your big break. Classes, study and anything you can get your hands on to set you apart from the crowd.
Finally my day was here, and I landed a final audition for one of my dream musicals. And I was ready, I was there.
Then Lin-Manuel Miranda as Alexander Hamilton appeared in my elevator.
By some chance, whether that was drugs I don’t remember taking, a hit to the head, or divine intervention I certainly didn’t ask for, I begun seeing musical theatre characters, everywhere.
There’s no way I could audition like this.
Will I figure out what’s going on in time, or will I have unwillingly lost my shot?