I'm standing outside the Champlain College Alumni Auditorium early on a Saturday morning, taking alternate hits off a cigarette and a latte while practicing my yoga breathing for inner poise. I'm waiting for my turn to audition for a local stage production of The Breakfast Club. Somehow, this once seemed like a good idea. Waiting in the cold, it feels like a very bad idea. I'm a corner dweller, an eye-contact avoider. I don't even like to play Charades. I take neither direction nor criticism well.... Read more