Cinderella goes the boonies and lives to tell the tale!

Today I was a bit ashamed of myself - and very frustrated. I did a CINDERELLA birthday party in the nether regions of Brooklyn. I was with another girl, and we noticed we were the only white girls on the train, then we got off the train, and we were the only white people in the entire neighborhood. A few (very nice) guys asked us if we were lost or needed help. We felt like Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie in that t.v. show where they were dropped into some strange boondock town and forced to adapt for a week or something. (Neither one of us could remember the name of the show.)

At any rate - my boss kept saying the mother of this birthday party couldnt be trusted and was obviously lying about the number of kids and wouldn't pay me so she sent her husband with the costumes to collect the money. Her husband arrived 12 minutes late (let me tell you - when you have to get into that CInderella get up without a fairy godmother - those 12 minutes are crucial!) and then the mother was perfectly nice, but didn't have exact change and refused to give us any more (No tip for these ladies) so by the time she got change and I was allowed in (Her husband wouldn't let us get started until we had the money) we were already 22 minutes behind. However, if we stayed late - I get reimed out and don't get paid - so I had to fit 90 minutes worth of party into 60 WHILE training the other girl. The kids were all very well behaved but I was stressed and the REGGAETON BLASTING IN MY EAR FROM THE DJ AT FULL VOLUME (I literally had to shout and couldnt hear the kids tell me what they wanted painted on their face) I was in SUCH a foul mood - we all know what Reggaeton does to me and it is NOT pretty! EVER! Under any circumstances! At any rate - we started to pack and the parents wanted more balloons for their children - and I told them I had to go - and they started yelling at me about how I had no right to deny their baby another balloon - and I'm trying to act princessy - but am HATING the reggaeton - wanted to SHOOT the reggaeton - and go ballistic - grab my battleaxe and smash the speakers into a BILLION smithereen and scream some primal battle cry of victory of the music from which springs all evil! And - I'm thinking this family can't be trusted - partially because they play reggaeton and partially because my boss seemed to think they couldnt - possibly because they were black and living in the ghetto - and I have to start grabbing the balloon pumps and balloons away from the parents and act completely unprincessy in front of the kids - and my boss is calling me and yelling at me for not being out of there and the training girl is all - NO let's stay - and I"m trying to stress to her why we can't stay - (because they only paid for 8 p.m. and any later we stay comes out of our pay check) and why the parents can't grab the balloon pump or facepaint or anything else for themselves while being yelled at about how we are mistreating their babies (Who are all INCREDIBLY well behaved!) and I started having a panic attack and ran into the restroom. Then my boss started yelling at me some more - then we finally escaped the reggaeton hell in one piece and get to the subway and realize we forgot to get the paper signed that said we did everything - and the boss and yelling to go back - and we can't find the paper - it seems to have disappeared completely - and I sat down on the side walk and started crying - as the two token white girls have all these open bags and suitcases looking for a missing piece of paper - and I told my boss - look - if you want don't pay me - I"m sitting here in the street in bumblefuck Brooklyn - probably about to get mugged - it isn't worth it. And she said "fine just get out of there." Hopefully I'll get to keep my money - but EGAD - I"m SO GLAD there are possibilities to get out!

Possibility number 1:

IOLANTHE! HEAVEN! My googling even brought me to CORGIS! (Hey Iolanthe is about sheep and fairies - and Corgis and SHEEP AND FAIRY DOGS!)

Pilates - I really don't know why they need to think of all these fancy names for bending forward (now go through flexion on your medial plane) - sheesh - just say bend forward - but hey - if I get paid for saying that instead of bend forward - so be it.

Dance Class - I'm incredibly scared to teach my first one. I hope people like it. It would be nice to get paid for that.

AFTRA work: The girl I did the heinous party with told me about some incredibly inexpensive workshops where I can meet casting directors and agents and a website where I can upload my own photos and reel and pictures (of me skating and dancing et al...) so the NEXT time they ask for figure skaters - they can see a PICTURE of me skating - I don't know why I didnt get THAT gig! The figure skaters for a commercial one.)

Mary's workshop: It's a long shot. Ludicrously long. But hey - I get to sing for the Casting Director of LOVE NEVER DIES. Who knows.

RSC: And even longer shot. But hey - I'm a Disney princess - no matter what your heart is dreaming if you keep on believing the dreams that you wish will come true!:)