My New York Journal- Part 1


,It’s been all of two minutes & I am already bored. The line is out the door & around the corner. I can hear whispers of nerves & every face is full of excitement & exhaustion. This is the fifth casting of the day and it’s only 11.00am. My feet have officially lost all feeling thanks to my shoes & I’ve just realised that these jeans were are big mistake. Well actually it’s probably not the jeans that were the mistake, it’s more likely to have been the three bottles of water and two coffees. I couldn’t help it!! A day in this city on foot is like running a marathon.

Busting to pee. Busting to pee. Busting to pee. That is now all I am thinking about. Pee. Pee. Pee. Dear god! I am a child. I see no bathroom in sight & definitely no girl who’d be willing to hold my place in the line even if there was a bathroom to run too. Time to distract myself with thoughts. What rhymes with pee?

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