The infamous audition for the indie dance/rock band is tonight. This morning I dug through my closet for the perfect thing to wear. Something that proclaims "I AM INDIE." A piece of clothing that would make Juno and all of her hamburger-shaped telephones jealous. I thought that surely there must be one item hiding in the depths of my closet, waiting to make an appearance on this very night.
Just when I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon this lovely sweater that I acquired from mugging Mr. Rogers' grandmother one fine evening several months ago. Overjoyed with my findings, I had to have an obligatory photo shoot with myself, posing in front of my collection of vintage 45s for dramatic effect. I even attempted to edit the lighting and colorization effects so that all my myspace friends can see how hip, cool, and artsy I am when it inevitably becomes my profile picture. Unfortunately, instead of looking hip, cool, and artsy, it just looks like I'm guest starring in a bad episode of "Touched By An Angel."
Didn't take long for me to lose the sweater and go shopping.
The audition is at 8:30. Steve's going with me for moral support. We'll see what happens. If it goes well, I might be adding another band to my repertoire. If it does not go well, I'll probably at least have something really funny to write about. :)