Update: I still hate it.
Thus far I have only added the following to my previous attempt:
“Loralee has performed various opera roles which can usually be divided into the following categories: Witches, Men, Vamps, Alcoholics, Step-Mothers, Nuns, and Bitches. She is also adept at playing Whores who end up sleeping with/and or murdering, Witches, Men, Vamps, Alcoholics, Step-mothers, Nuns, and Bitches.”
I’ll keep working on it.
My latest worry is that I have to submit a damn headshot.
Do not get me wrong. As ALL of you know (Or should. Or WILL.), I am quite the photo-whore. I love taking a good picture, I do. I have been blessed to have a couple of fine photographers grace my circle of friends from time to time. My favorite of all is my friend (And fellow gym-hag)“Bridgy“. She is uber talented and can usually make me look pretty darn good. We had a 45-minute shoot tonight in her studio before I headed off to rehearsal.
The difficulty with shooting a headshot is that they are really hard to pose for. At least they are for me. You can’t be vamping or over posing, too formal or too casual. It has to be a really great, but really natural photo of you.
I SUCK AT BEING MYSELF.
Whenever I am put in an uncomfortable situation (Which is a lot for someone with my wide array of hang ups), I fall back on “The Funny”. Goofy, silly, witty, and fun. It is a great deflector when there is a requirement of anything deeper.
Maybe the goofball really IS the “True me”, who knows at this point. Maybe my true personality is like my hair color. I think my natural haircolor was last seen about the same time as Jimmy Hoffa. It has been hidden under so many years of covering it up and screwing with it that nobody really knows what it looks like anymore. And they may never know. Its “True self” may never be seen again.
In the end, there may be one or two out of the ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN shots we took. I couldn’t help but fall back into Linus’s blankie of funny, though. It was too hard to not. I swear I’m just going to just go with one of these. It would be easier. And funny, you have to admit.