I swear, every Attendant I've had has asked me that question. And then I say "Yeah, It's my (2nd, 3rd, 4th) day."
They respond, "Yeah, I can tell."
It breaks my heart every. Single. Time.
I'm new! Yes! Stop commenting on it! I am trying my best, I'm ignoring the pain, I'm smiling ear to ear inside that musty head! Give me a friggin break already!
It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to go home to Utah. Or at least pop my costume head off and go cuddle up on my ridiculously uncomfortable bed at Chatham.
Being a character performer is hard. It's even harder when you can feel disapproval being radiated at you by the number one person who's supposed to be there supporting you.
I haven't heard any of the people I was in training with complain of this problem, so it must just be me.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this?
Until next time,