That Girl Again..

I am that girl again at Starbucks on her computer.  The Hibiscus tea is tasty.  There is a young couple sitting behind me and I just heard the girl say to the guy "do you think desire is a disease?"  My ears perked up and I started to listen.  He responded "no, but I think people are."  I'm fascinated. I wonder if they are on a match.com date.  As I listen closer, they are actors rehearsing a scene.  I am riveted.  The banter back and forth is rife with insecurity.  In between running their lines, they  exchange pleasantries.  "Are you married?"  he asked her.  "Yes, for 9 years."  She's 32.  She's singing the same song I do.  It's so hard to meet quality people out here.  Amen to that sister.  They are doing what most actors do when they get together to rehearse.  They are chatting.  About their motivation and how they feel in the scene.  All the different ways they can deliver their lines. Blah, blah, blah.  She's married to a director.  She stated that very loudly.  Her "husband the director."  In my experience,  dating a director is an interesting experience.  I didn't know that I was until about half way through the date when I was wolfing down my spaghetti and he was offering me a part.   I found him incredibly charming, nerdy and handsome behind his glasses.  He sort of snuck up on me.  I wasn't expecting to have a crush and I did.  After the fact I would discover his roguish reputation but with me he was a gentleman.  Maybe it's my freckles.  He knew better than to pull any shenanigans.  I still got the part.

The actors behind me sound fake.  I want to whip around and coach them.  Do nothing.  Live truthfully.  Why are they changing their speaking voice?  Ugh.  A dime a dozen.  The characters that stroll through this Starbucks are colorful.  I have strategically placed myself where I can see everything.  Everyone has a hustle. The actors just got up and I quickly shut my computer.  Oops.  I hope they didn't see my scathing criticism, now I feel bad.

Anyway, I took my little brother to get his haircut today.  He went to Pink's hairdresser.  The cut is fabulous.  Everywhere we went afterward people were staring.  He looks like a movie star and he is sweet as pie to boot.  I want to protect.  I tell him all the horror stories of Hollywood.  Sometimes I feel like I tell him too much but I want him prepared.  I think I have scarred him.  We went to the Grove and an agent came running up to him wanting to sign him on the spot.  This has happened his whole life.  Things just come to him.  He's golden.  He is 22 years old, tall, healthy, vibrant and smiles all the time.  We laughed our asses off today, had so much fun.  He told me he wants me by his side for the ride.  He knows they are coming for him.  I better fasten my seat belt.