Take Your Shirt Off and Cry: A Memoir of Near-Fame Experiences by Nancy Balbirer
Author:Nancy Balbirer [Balbirer, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BLOOMSBURY PUBLISHING
Published: 2009-07-01T07:00:00+00:00
7. Friendly Fire
I met Jane rehearsing bit parts for Saturday Night Live. I was just out of NYU; she was just out of high school. We bonded in that way you do when youâre marooned in a dressing room for a week, waiting to be called onto the set: both wearing head-to-toe thrift-store black, sharing smokes, and looking forward to our first âbig breakâ airing live all across the country. An assistant talent coordinator told us, twenty minutes to airtime, that our sketch had been cut. I got so upset I almost threw up, but Jane was all business:
âCan we still come to the party?â she asked.
âUh . . . no.â The minionâs tone was flat and crushing.
We repaired to a crappy bar for a round of kamikazes and a good cry. For several hours, we swam in a pool of sad stories from our childhoods. Jane lived on the Upper West Side with her mom, a fretful, Shelley-Winters-in-Lolita type whoâd never recovered from being left for a younger woman by Janeâs dad. She told me she missed her dad terribly and rarely got to see him since he lived in California with his new wife. She told me she hated having a big nose and a fat ass, both of which she blamed on her dadâs side of the family. I told her I lived in the Village with my cat, Max; that I wanted to be a great lady of the stage like Eva Le Gallienne; and that I didnât know what the hell she was talking about: she was beautiful. Jane smiled, a preternaturally rueful smile, and said that no matter how pretty she was or could ever be, there would always be someone prettier. She said I should remember that too, as it would be âone of the suckiest things in life.â We exchanged numbers. Within weeks, we were inseparable. We freelanced with the same agents. Sometimes, we went on the same auditions.
One day, Jane picked me up for a casting call. When I opened the door, her eyes bugged out, and she stuck out her tongue.
âOh my god! You canât go like that! You canât, like, go in there with frizzy hair and no makeup and expect them to âget itâ! You really have to at least try to look pretty, you know? Here, let me fix you . . .â
She rewet my hair, blew it out flat as a pancake with her Mason Pearson brush, and did a quick makeup job.
âYou may wanna stuff, too . . .â
âWhat?â
âYour boobs. Itâd be better to stuff.â
Why did it matter what my boobs looked like, I wanted to know. We were trying out for chorus parts in an experimental version of Antigoneâfor no pay.
âIâm not about that. Iâm an artist. My job is to analyze the text and live truthfully under the imaginary circumstances of the play,â I declaimed, giving Jane the whole Mamet spiel while she stuffed a pair of Nike tennis socks into my bra.
âWrong,â she said, adjusting me for symmetry.
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