Monday, July 12, 2010

When fate is knocking...

Or maybe it's not fate...and maybe it's not even knocking.

The doorbell rings. I answer the door, and an unfamiliar boy, probably 10 or so years old is there, with two little girls, probably 3-4 years old. He says, "Hi. Is, um," (looking down at a paper in his hands) "Tory here?"

Tory is across the street on a bike. I call him over, and the boy says, "Hi. I'm just wondering if there are parts for girls in your play." To which Tory replies, "Yes. There are."

Huh? What play?

I take a peek at the paper in question. It reads:


Auditions today at
5:00-5:30
The 3 Musketeers
This is going to be a strange experience. I'm intrigued...
That Tory. What a nut job.
(He's got his first role, and he's already decided he's ready to direct!)

4 comments:

Kelly Jean said...

Hahahaha!! So funny! Good for him! Sound like our next Steven Spielberg, hmm? :)

Rhoda said...

Oh my...AWESOMNESS! That's a riot!

Pollyanna said...

I LOVE that! Tell Tory I'm excited to see his show--does it have parts for grownups?

Steph H said...

That made me laugh out loud. Think he's a Crabb??