The blues sneak up on you. They're subtle. They catch you by surprise. One day you're happy, the next day you're blue - or being considered for it, anyway.
Yesterday, I auditioned for a show I never intended to be part of. See me? I'm the one slightly off camera, near the feet of the guy in the Pink Floyd shirt. Yep! That's me. See* what I'm doing? I'm masking myself. That's what blue men do.
See, I know a little about it. After that video was taken, around 1:30 pm, I was taken into the back room and given an interview in which I learned a little bit^ about what it is to be a blue man. Then, I was put on hold for another hour. Then, I was taken out of the theater and over to a church a few blocks away, where I was seen by four men. They asked me to look at them. They made me walk and imagine. They made me drum. Then, they made me go home.
Then they made me come back.
Isn't this a thrilling narrative?
Today, I saw those men again. Again they made me walk. They made me look. They made me imagine. Then, they made me go home. Again.** This time, I stayed home.
All of this is to say that I got past the first two cuts on the way to being a blue man. That's not really very far, but it's far enough to get someone's hopes up, and to (ready for it?) cut when things don't work out.
So now I am indeed a blue man, because I didn't get something I never wanted. See what I mean about the blues? Sneaky. Subtle. Surprising.
If you don't know what I mean, look in my eyes. See it? No? Well, look in some other guy's eyes who got further in the process. You'll probably see it there.
-----* No. Clearly, you don't.
^ By "little bit" I mean "nothing."
** You can never go home again.