It's a dark day for ladies everywhere...
My favorite pair of ass jeans are ripped. Girls, you know what I'm talking about - those jeans that accentuated my ass and tempted you to grab what you can't have. They are gone, perhaps for good if I can't sew them back together. What happened was I decided to wear them to my last day of stage movement class. We were performing our scenes for the last time and one of my scenes was a look into the life of a trailer trash couple. I was the deadbeat husband. Anyway, near the end of my scene I had to jump from the couch and hold onto my wife who was leaving me. It was a magnificent leap, over the table, through the air, onto the floor, that resulted in ripped jeans. C'est la vie. You just sometimes have to do what you have to do to get a laugh.
And boy, did they laugh! I liked having comedic roles only because you know you're doing awesome when you hear people laughing. And though I don't mind serious roles (because I do like to brush up on my James Dean appearance), you don't know if you're wowing them. They might nod and they might say "uh-huh" like you said something really profound, but you will never get a reaction like you would doing comedy. Word up to Eddy who came and understood what I was talking about with my Suzuki/samurai movements, and who laughed along with the crowd at my kickass performance.
And boy, did they laugh! I liked having comedic roles only because you know you're doing awesome when you hear people laughing. And though I don't mind serious roles (because I do like to brush up on my James Dean appearance), you don't know if you're wowing them. They might nod and they might say "uh-huh" like you said something really profound, but you will never get a reaction like you would doing comedy. Word up to Eddy who came and understood what I was talking about with my Suzuki/samurai movements, and who laughed along with the crowd at my kickass performance.