“Dost thou love me?  I know thy will say Ay.”  I have been repeating this phrase ( as well as 18 more lines of monologue) for the past 2 days.  Today was an audition for The Frog and Peach theater company’s performance of Midsummer Nights Dream.  If you haven’t ever tried to memorize Shakespeare before, trust me when I say its a wee bit difficult.  I decided to go with a few lines from Romeo and Juliet for my audition piece.  For the past 48 hours I was reciting my lines over and over again.  It was tough, but I had my words down, my personal homework in tact and I was ready to kick some ass.  My slot time was 6:15pm at Shetler Studios and then I had to make a mad dash into Hoboken for a 7pm call dress rehearsal of my current show Secrets-Love play.  My bags were packed, resume/headshot in hand, make up prime, cute character associated outfit prepared and I was riding the subway with ease.  I felt like a character out of a “actress” movie or a side note from the show SMASH with my hair blowing in the wind.  I arrived to NYC via Path train and then this is when it all took a turn for the worse.  Even though I thought my outfit was cute before I left the house, this unpredictable 2012 March weather fooled me.  I was bundled up with a leather jacket, scarf, stockings, and high heels.  After getting into the kamakazi Taxi cab, I was so shaken up after we almost crashed 3 times I had built up quit a bit of a anxiety persperation.  I thought, “Its alright, I’ve made it to the studio in one piece and I will freshen up in the lady’s room.”  Just as I was crossing the street to my final destination my adorable but deadly heels decided to give out on my ankle, and whoooooops I went.  Twisted ankle and embarresed ego all in a matter of 5 minutes.  I think the worst thing about tripping, or falling in front of strangers is that you have no one to laugh with.  All you can do is turn around and curse at the sidewalk as if something got in your way.  2 minutes later I am in the audition room 1210 and I am sweating bullets!!!  I am overheated, twisted ankle, and nervous and now must recite a monolouge in a language that is not familiar to me.  YIKES!  Needless to say, the audition was rough and all I remember is wiping the sweat from my forehead while trying to follow what the director was saying to me.  I later rushed to Hoboken and enjoyed and the dress rehearsal to this up coming show.  I cross my fingers and wait by the phone for a call to see if I got the part…….cross your fingers….