My school was doing a production of "Miss Saigon," starring Lea Salonga as Kim, Rosie O'Donnell as Mme Thénardier (the fact that this is a character in "Les Misérables" didn't even come up) and ME as THUY, of all people. Thuy is a male, by the way. I was so incredibly excited. Beyond thrilled, really. I didn't even have to audition! My school's drama teacher just handed me the role! Mighty odd.
Throughout the entire dream, I couldn't stop worrying about my height ("I'm too short to be Thuy!" "Am I shorter than Lea Salonga?") and my chest ("How am I going to tape these things down!?"). I ran around my school, asking random people if they knew how tall Lea was. Nobody did, of course, and I continued to agonize.
(All this took place during school, by the way, including the "auditions" for "Miss Saigon.")
The next thing I knew, I was in Dillard's, looking at dresses. I'm not sure why, I just know I didn't want to be there. I wanted to go try on my Thuy costume. As I was talking to some woman (an employee of the store, I presume) about a long, green checkered dress, a girl I knew vaguely from French Club approached me. I asked her if she'd auditioned for the show and told her I was playing Thuy. She told me she had indeed auditioned and was playing "Yo-anne," who was apparently some ensemble member. This girl then began to scream at me for not even having to audition to get Thuy.
