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