It Sucks To be Me

I’m such an idiot, why didn’t I audition for Avenue Q.  And now I’d like to write an addition verse to the song It Sucks To Be Me:

When I was little I never dreamed I would be

Working at Starbucks, serving coffee and tea

I thought my name might be on a marquis

It’s not…Oh well

It Sucks To be Me.

So yes that’s how I’ve been feeling lately about my current reality.  Especially when my new coworkers ask me why I work there.  The answer: I need money…to pay for my life and produce the show I’m writing, baby.  I need to find some people to help me with it for free…I’m going to see if I get anywhere by posting something on Mandy.com.  First, I’m looking for a choreographer (that is free) and maybe if when the show is up and I see some profits (fingers crossed) an honorarium on some sort.

There are 2 versions of my one woman show.  Version 1 is where I sing songs that I love that already exist.  Version 2 is when I have original music and for that I will need to find a composer to collaborate with.  I’ll just see how searching for a choreographer goes but hopefully law of attraction will bring the types of people into my life who can help me get this show up and running.  Now if I could just get over this fear of marketing myself.  Gotta just take a deep breath and go out and search for the help I need to get this show happening.

Then of course there’s the other musical I’m writing with all original songs called Nobody’s Idol.  I’ve been writing this for ages.  I used to think it would win me an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay.  I’ve since lowered my standards to…well to just getting it done.

Then after these things are complete I can die and maybe it won’t suck so much to be me.