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It's no secret if you're reading this (both of you who read this, I mean) that I love having an audience, or at the very least, people to entertain. The more I think about wanting to be famous, the more I want it. I've been hearing people on the radio and seeing people on TV and everything they do or say makes me want to be successful...it's really outta control.
Anyway, last week I was caddying at the golf course and I was with a pair of gentlemen named Pete and Kevin...easy names to remember, you know, with me being Kevin and my brother being Pete. Anyway, now that I've put space between their first and last names, they were Ditchman and Riley, respectively. Pete seemed to be a little down on his luck as of late; the economy and whatever he had been doing for a living were not a good mix. Kevin, on the other hand, was killing it. He was talking about taking jobs and how he wouldn't move to another city for less than $200,000 per year...which leads one to believe that he must be making a sizable chunk of money wherever he is now. I know he was in the real-estate business, but that's about it. Furthermore, it's not really important to this post.
Somewhere around the 10th green Kevin asked me what I was going to be doing this winter. I quickly recapped the fact that I wanted to get into acting, told him about the agency, and said that I might need to find some kind of job to pass the time though, because I don't know how this is going to work out.
They were both intrigued by why I would want to do something like that and gave me some crap about whether or not it's something they would like. It seemed like they were sort of anti-the whole thing, which was OK with me. However, toward the end of the round we had a more serious chat.
They asked me why I really wanted to do this and I mentioned that, for whatever reason, celebrities are listened to. It makes no sense to me whatsoever; it doesn't matter how educated they are, people still listen. Johnny Depp dropped out of high school yet people (and engaged in "self-harm" as a child. would you normally listen to someone who had those qualifications?) will still listen to him if he says to vote for someone...because he's someone. It is completely illogical, but I feel like that would be an incredibly perk. People listen, whether or not you have something worthwhile to say.
The longer I talked on this topic, the more enthralled these two guys became. It was awesome. They were taken back by my honesty and how logical my argument was for why I wanted to do this. It turned into something really exciting for me because of their response. I had said earlier in the round that, even though it sounds cocky, I think people would listen to me if I were given the platform. And here we were, walking off the 18th green, and these guys were stalling the end of the round just to hear me continue babbling about whatever was the focus at that point.
I don't think they realized that it was such a cool moment, but I did. Writing it here is more or less my diary-style entry for why I thought this was so cool.
Thing #2.
I applied for a job as the in-arena host for the Lake Erie Monsters; that's the minor league hockey team in Cleveland. The way I see it, I'm perfect for this gig. I'd have a microphone and an audience...what more could I possibly ask for? Realistically, I probably won't get the job, but if I did, it'd be pretty cool. I'd only work on home-game nights (of which there are about 40), and it would be a nice place to hone my public-appearance skills.
I'm really hoping I do get it...I mean, the listing was up last night and their season starts in 4 days. First game is the 3rd of October, first home game is the 10th.
Fingers crossed.

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