Not to be a violent bore, but when the inimitable “They” say that things come to you when you stop looking for them, I have a sneaking suspicion they may (occasionally) be right. As much as I hate to lend credence to that cliché, I have unintentionally started 2014 on a few good notes:
I got an agent! This week I met with the fine people at Shirley Hamilton Inc. here in Chicago–among them my good friend KaCee, who pushed for me and generally conquers all in her role as TV/Film agent there–and signed a contract. Literally every recent New Year’s except this one I have repeated to myself, over and over, “This is the year I get an agent,” and now my heretofore-vaguely-defeated ass has representation by someone I couldn’t be more honored (and humbled) to have in my corner. My job is still to go on lots of auditions and be prepared for them, but it’s cool to take this step and maybe go through a few doors I didn’t previously have access to.
This week we also began rehearsals for Twelfth Night with the Foundling’s Theatre, which opens March 13th. I love Shakespeare, you guys. I love it. Until now my love has been confined to classes or leisure, and it felt so good to sit around and go through the script at the read-through and imagine the possibilities. I’m playing Viola! I get to be in drag! This is also such a grassroots, blackbox, quintessentially Chicago show–that’s where I feel at home, and it doesn’t hurt that I now have a compelling reason to leave my apartment in these frigid evenings.
Hope you are all surviving the polar vortex in comfort! Cheers.