But already there was another conflicting thought brewing in the backwater of my thoughts and the growing suspicion was confirmed when Aaron said, "Well actually Thunder, I would like like you to read for Cyrano."
I can't imagine why he would want me to do that! (Refer to the potentially incriminating photo enclosed.) I mean, I don't have a big nose, do I? Okay, let's just say I have a generous profile and needn't don a plastic nose to get the job done. Of course, this is a slightly depressing thought and I have to admit my facial peak has made me feel a tad bit homely on occasion. But on the upside, it has certain creative possibilities, playing Cyrano de Bergerac being only one of them.
Of course now, D-day is quickly approaching this coming Friday and I'm having thoughts like, "I'm a writer! Not an actor! Why the hell am I doing this! What's that line again?! Oh god!" But then I remember with flying machines, falling stars and unrequited affections, I may be the female incarnation of Cyrano de Bergerac. And it's such a lovely roll to have a chance to play. Still being a woman playing a man makes the part all the more challenging. To help me out, I just imagine a favorite male actor and how he might do the part. With such thoughts to stay me, I'm trying to muddle through to the best of my ability, which hopefully is better than I imagine it to be. So wish me well by saying "break a leg" and send me on my way.

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