Husband and I walked out to Park Slope yesterday to buy C the reeds for her audition. We picked up butter and cheese on way home.
Picked up some butter made with buffalo milk. I had never seen it before. It is really gamey. Goaty in strength but not specifically goat smelling. Son is really liking it, but I am pretty sure I want it far from my toast!
And, as milk had to have come from the lady buffalo, the man probably smells even more!
Audition went ok. Now we wait to hear. She chose to go with a friend instead of having us tag along. That is fine. I would have done the same at her age.
I am just glad all the worry ( and careful attitudes of non worry, are over.) How do performers stand it? Worse than job interviews, because acting takes something of the true self somehow. Actors and such must have nerves of steel!