Well, the DB did not get the Role of the Bully. But he did look pretty mean, with his hair all greased back and his jeans rolled at the cuff, 1960's style. Today, we got a call from the Agency asking him to audition for an Industrial Video for a company that is locally based and that is all about advancing a kind of philosophy that seems to me, loosely based on Cognitive Behavioral Therapy Concepts. There isn't much to the script. It's him and another kid, fighting over a piece of pie, and then coming up with a way to make the piece of pie bigger, so that they can both have enough.
Hmm. At least he likes pie. So no memorization of lines or anything. He continues to take all of this in stride. Right now, as I write this, he is - where else - at ballet class. When he gets home at about 9 PM he has a BOOK REPORT that is DUE TOMORROW (yes, he has known about this all term. Of course he has.) The Book is "1984" by George Orwell. As you may know, it's a slog of a read with a totally buzz kill ending as Winston Smith takes it on the jaw, so to speak. He has three pages left and was mad at the book as we went to ballet class tonight at 5. So when he gets home he has to write the book report - but wait! That's not all! He also has to write an email to his choir teacher, explaining that despite his telling her about it last week, someone played a joke on him and removed his Choir Folder from its slot. He was bummed and I am bummed because of course, I think he's known about this longer than he admits - and of course, the End of Term is Friday and of course, all of the Choir Assignments were in said folder. Sometimes I think we need to try to stop him - to keep him home and have him just be a Regular High School Kid - but the ballet is something he's good at and he loves. But it takes SO. MUCH. TIME. And then there's rehearsals to boot for Nutcracker, and Sleeping Beauty and and and. This Ballet Company really uses the boys and I worry that they are going to use him up sometimes. But he doesn't complain and so maybe I'm just projecting my own worry onto him. I need to knock that off.
And then this audition thing for Friday. He looked tired and bummed tonight on the way to class. Perhaps the thought of an audition will perk him up. I have to ask my secretary (whom I love and adore) to take him to this one - and he will miss school for it. I wish I was a stay at home mom and that I could just take him to everything. But things didn't work out that way and my job is to make sure there is a home and a roof and so forth. Besides. Honestly, I think it's easier for him when I'm not the driver and the Person Who Waits. My dear friend/secretary Janet (who is more like a family member than many family members) took him last time. The audition lasted all of 90 seconds - he was in and out. So perhaps he won't miss too much school this time.
We are ticking them off, one by one, these auditions. Watch this space.
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