Post 3: Mandarin= Gibberish

I found myself an agency!! OK, so I'm not apart of it per-say but, I went to audition. Actually let me rephrase that, I tried to get myself an audition... Funny, yeah in mandarin class, they never tell you that classroom mandarin is NOTHING like the language that the Taiwan people speak... nope. nada. zip. It was horrible. I walked up to the lady at the front desk of Panda Entertainment, and started to ask about the audition. The lady, her name tag read, Kim, looked at me like I had just walked off a UFO and into the building looking like my brain was on the outside of my head, just floating around or something. I understood two things she kept saying, "shén me?" = what? and " wo bu zhi dao" = I don't know. Actually three, "ni shuo shen me" = what did you say? I was speechless. It never occurred to me in this genius plan of mine, that I could be wrong, that I could possibly not be able to properly communicate. I had taken three classes worth of mandarin and was top of my class, this wasn't supposed to happen. As I stand there frozen, a guy who had been standing by the wall on the far side of the lobby, comes over and starts speaking mandarin to "Kim" I put my head in my hands and groan, embarrassed. Of course the guy must have heard the whole thing and thought I was some kind of moron, I mean he was talking and pointing at me. I started muttering in English about the injustice of the world and how it was possible such an incredibly cute guy could be standing there and witness my humiliation as well as talking about it while I was a few feet away! It wasn't everyday that someone that was so cute, like, straight out of K-pop cute, waltzes in to my life, I was over come by the sheer beauty of it. I swear that's how it was, I mean that's the only way I can sanely explain what happened next. The guy turned like he was leaving the building, before doing a 360 back toward me. He handed me a piece of paper and said,  "Here's the audition time, you're at a disadvantage, since the forms have been being handed out for a month or two, and you only have a week. But she said to just fill out the info on the form and prepare a monologue that showcases your ability. Oh, unless you're here to be a singer."  I said the only coherent thought that popped into my head, "You speak English?" He smiled all cute and stuff, "Well, I better, I was born and raised in New York after all." That meant he heard E V E R Y T H I N G. From me calling him cute, to cursing him for being rude, he heard it all. It was the worst day of my life, or at least it felt like it at the time. But he gave me his number and told me he was glad to meet a fellow American  and if I ever had issues again to just call him. He walked out, and a cluster of fans mobbed him screaming "JEM! JEM!" He was David, from the k-pop group JEM. I had just met David from JEM. I had just gotten the CELL phone number for David from JEM!!!!!! The number 1 Korean band! ME Faye! what a day!


~Faye

Post 2: Home sweet home?

I love Amelia, I do. But at 7:00 this morning, I loved her a whole lot less then I usually love my best friend. Picture this: all my luggage by the door of my apartment, ticket sitting on top of my purse along with my passport and car keys. I am wearing my most comfortable jeans and Beatles t-shirt. I have a warm cup of hot chocolate that I am finishing as I head toward the door. It is at this precarious moment, as I have exactly forty-five minutes to get to the airport, check my baggage and get to my plane, that my bubbly blond friend bursts through my doorway. And when I say she burst, I mean her luggage and all. I am not kidding, her luggage. At first I was not suspicious of what the luggage meant, after all, the daughter of a famous fashion designer goes on random trips to Paris all the time. No, it wasn't until she uttered the words, "You're wearing that to Taiwan? How am I going to be seen with you?" that I realised something was wrong. Some how we managed to get to the plane on time, which still completely baffles me, considering the fact that for fifteen of those precious forty-five minutes, she was making me change. By the time I got out I felt like a tourist PLUS heavy metal had thrown up on me. I don't understand why Amelia was NOT OK with being seen with someone wearing normal clothes, as opposed to a leather skirt with a leather jacket and two metal necklaces hanging down around my neck, with a ginormous straw hat and sunglasses that covered half my face. Did I mention that Amelia's mother is overprotective and sent six body guards with her? So, not only did I look ridiculous but everyone was staring at me and the body guards. Amelia kindly told me that if I was going to go into acting I would have to get used to the attention. I kindly kicked her in the shin. So that was an overall interesting first day, and I hadn't even landed in Taiwan yet. But when I did, Amelia had already set up housing and everything. Only thing I had to worry about was making it "big". Yeaaaaah, Amelia isn't happy that I came without a plan.... she's still ranting about how irresponsible I am.... wish me luck!



~Faye

Post 1: Missing

There is something missing. I have yet to figure out what or whom it might be, but something is missing. So I have decided to go back to the beginning. It's a cliche, I know that, but it's the truth. I feel that in order to figure out the problem I must start at the root. For me California is actually not the beginning, most people reading this will not know me, and that is what I wish, therefore I feel I must explain.  I was raised in Cali from the time I was five-years-old, but up until then I lived with my single mother in Taiwan. I remember the small streets and the tiny shops on Sunday afternoons. But most of all I remember the stories my mother would tell me about her work, the extravagant clothes and all the different people she was. None of this mattered to me really, I accepted the fact that my mother had left me, and I thought I was OK. Which is why I can't figure out why it is I feel that something is wrong, missing. I figured that maybe if I went back, maybe if I could find her and see that she's alright it'd ease my mind and I could continue on with my life. It's going to be a difficult process though, I cannot let my parents find out. If they knew that I'm going in search of my birth mom I'm sure it'd crush them. But I guess this is a bit long for a post... so I'll get to my point. I'm going to find my mother in Taiwan, just to see from a far. Since her stories about her performances are my only memory of her, I'm going to do it through acting.


~Faye