Scenes from inside my fancy office Marcie is sitting at her desk and a wee child is seen via Skype on her computer screen…he is coming to us from Minnesota. His name and state have been changed…because we are not a** holes Marcie: Did you learn your lines? Wee Child: I did I know them all! Marcie: Okay lets start. Wee Child: Okay So in this first part I am supposed to jump on my bed so I am just going to squat and then jump up. Marcie: Sounds good…and action The wee child squats down thus leaving the screen and suddenly Marcie hears a loud fart…a fart so loud it may have registered on the Richter scale…then there was silence following by the vision of a wee child fleeing the room and running into his closet…but the Skype is still active…Marcie can hear him crying. Marcie: Hey Why are you in the closet? Wee child: Im busy crying right now. Just hang up. Marcie: I can hear that youre crying. Is it because you are embarrassed that I farted? Silence from the closet. The crying has stopped. Marcie reaches into her purse and fishes out her iPhone and opens up her handy dandy ifart app and chooses the loudest most horrible one. We hear giggling from the closet. Marcie: Oh that was a bad one. But I think Im done farting now. Can you come out of the closet so we can work? Wee child: I think so. And with that we got the audition done. I have 2 things to say about this moment… 1) When he wins his Oscar I do so hope he remembers that I took the fart bullet for him. Oh sure Lupita Nyongo thanked her professors at Yale…but did they ifart for her? 2) That is by far not the first time someone has come out of the closet in my office
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 01:49:14 +0000
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