Sunday, October 31, 2010
In my perfect world, on a good day the Rockettes would be dancing behind me whilst I take a leisurely stroll down the street. Entire orchestras would play overtures to match my feelings. Random people would enthusiastically dance in unison around me and sing. Even the poor people on the streets would juggle the fresh fruits they are pedaling and the homeless would skip along the sidewalks.
Of course, this is my PERFECT world. On any given day, these scenarios quite regularly do play through my mind, though I will vary the themes, the costumes and the songs. But alas, life is not a stage show or the climax scene of an 80's dance movie. Nobody will break into a dance when I enter a room, or cartwheel before me when I walk down the aisle in a cinema. Nobody will run after me with a bunch of long-stemmed roses and there will be no spotlight on me during my heartfelt, Tony Award winning solo.
Reality, which I'd like to choose to deny is I am not good at studying and it's not fun. This is not a part of my show. It is not glamorous and it's dull.
That's all I have to say about that... now, where are those violins?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The majority of my training schedule is late in the days. I usually have a driver collect me. Today he'll be here at 3:45pm and I'll meet him in the lobby. Until then I'm at leisure. I slept in today, wandered down to the relaxing hotel pool area and bathed (that's my exercise done!), lounged and read sections of the latest Tatler magazine. I love it how they have a double outdoor shower, it's fantastic!
Sometimes I'll wander down the street for a coffee and some brunch. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow...
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Tony Curtis (real name Bernard Schwartz) passed away on September 29th 2010 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Star of one of my all time favourite films "Some Like It Hot". He is the man the handsome prince charming in Sleeping Beauty was drawn to reflect. Sparticus has passed away...
It seems as though all of the REAL stars of Hollywood are disappearing.
Well petals, I just can't stay away, can I?!
I've packed up my humble boudoir, said goodbye to the kind boy downstairs, given away my furnishings to the less fortunate and the just-willing-to-take, sent my feathered-son (my divine bird) to board with a dear friend.
Now I am languishing about in a fine hotel in Sydney for a while. Cest la vie...
I have a new job, as an air hostess. Yes, that is correct - an air hostess! God bless the airline industry!
The company is trying so very, very hard to teach me how to be a good air hostess as they have plans of flying me up to London so I can fly friendly in the sky. Queue the British anthem...