The Art of Waiting

I've never done such a thing as write a blog!
They say "the best things come to those who wait."  Well, Heinz says that.  Also, I know that patience is a virtue and a quality of love.  I have lots of opportunities to discover this virtue of patience that is within me.  Deep within me.  These opportunities unfold in situations of:  being non-equity in New York City.  Ahhhh . . . the coveted little yellow card with your very own name on it.  Your golden ticket to the quick lane, your golden ticket to not wait for 9 hours and maybe not get seen, your golden ticket to getting to see the actual casting director face to face.  The golden ticket.  "Good things come to those who wait."  So, the show then is the really thick, not too sweet, but just sweet enough ketchup if you will, and if you hold it at just the right angle it'll come out on it's own time -- and boy, will it be worth it.  HOWEVER, if you hit the "57" on the side, the ketchup comes out.  You don't have to wait and you get the same product.  It doesn't alter the taste or texture or overall quality of the product.  You just have to know where to hit . . . which leads me to my next point . . . there's always somewhere to hit.  But WHERE?  The Bible (which I believe and follow) tells me that God's favor surrounds me like a shield.  It tells me to be anxious for nothing.
So . . . waiting . . . what to do while doing it . .. the act of waiting.  First, you asses the room.  You look around and see all of your fellow "wait mates" for the day.  You observe everyone who knows each other and you hear bits and pieces of all their conversations.  What auditions they went on earlier in the week, how the went, who they ran into earlier in the week, what else they're going to this week.  Then there's the squeal!  "Oh!  I haven't seen you since summer stock '04!!!!  How have you BEEN????"  You watch everyone transform from their travel clothes to a pretty musical theatre princess.  They have it down to an art.  They group off in pairs or groups of 3's, and hold down the fort.  Usually right around 11:30 or noon (about 5 hours after you got there), they come out and say that the "non-equities" (non golden ticket holders) can leave until after lunch.  SO . . . a fun adventure on the train to the upper east side to go home and grab a quick bite, then back to the fun-filled room of auditionees.  Some are listening to music, some are making small talk, some are playing sudoku, reading plays, novels, newspapers all hoping to just be seen.  It happens.  Sometimes you wake up at 6:00am to stand in line and the audition ends at 5:30pm and you, my friend, did not get to audition.  So, if they DO call your name, you better BRING IT.
If I show up, I've done my part.  Then I can put it into God's hands.  He can do His job when I take the step.  You can't steer a parked car.  So, if I need to wait, I'll wait.
And guess what???!!!!  They called my name!  Literally the LAST audition of the day.  He's never early is He?  Right on time.