In which Ballet Theater of Indiana identifies “The Nine Insufferable People You Meet Auditioning.”

Got to “the intimidation stretcher” and just about died. Yup, that’s me (though it’s usually unintentional, like, “Welp, not sure what to do with myself right now,def don’t want to make eye contact with with strangers, soooooooo… *attaches leg to head*”).

Sorry about that.

I should get back to homemakering now.