Fascinating

Sarcasm Girl, otherwise known as the Household 15 Year Old, is theatre mad. It's all my fault: I'm theatre mad, took the kid to see her first Broadway show when she was 4, and haven't been able to persuade her that it's almost as bad as writing as a way to earn a living (I'm a hell of an example). So, a couple of weeks ago at a local street fair, there was a booth for a "development and casting agency," John Robert Powers. Put the girl's name down (and her sister's--YG wants to be President, and perhaps before that have a show on the Disney Channel, and play lead guitar in a rock band). Got a call for on Thursday for an audition today, so this morning, instead of going to my writers' workshop, I drove the girl up to San Anselmo for a fifteen minute presentation, a two minute meeting with the talent guy, and a three minute audition video. Frankly, I thought the child did well--she's got presence and charm, and the camera picks them up (more than it does when she's on stage, sometimes...but I'd never realized that until today). Tomorrow we check to see if they're interested in her.

If they are, we have to decide if we want to pay -them- money to groom/teach/develop =her.= I have to say, this strikes me as something on the order of paying a reader's fee for an agency, but the agency doesn't necessarily give classes, and Powers does. Still, my scam alert is throbbing slightly--I'm not convinced it's the best use of the money and her time.

On the other hand, it was fun driving up there with the girl; we nattered on about everything, amused the people (especially the nice videographer) with our Mother-Daughter Banter, and generally had a good time. I think this is what they mean by "quality time," a term I generally loathe. And I got some knitting done.