Jess saw my Greased Lightnin’ lyrics when she pinched my Perypils newsletter to roll her cigarette on. She read them out loud whilst her customer was on hold. They are quite complicated; I mean “Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins” doesn’t trip off the tongue very easily, and I don’t feel very comfortable singing “You know that aint no shit we’ll be getting lots of tit”, but I’m sure with some practise it will be fine. Jess said I ought to pull a sickie, so I could rehearse properly. I didn't want to get into trouble,but she said you were allowed to have 5% off as sickness. I tried to work out my attendance rate whilst changing a customer's address for them. They weren't very grateful, complaining that we kept getting it wrong. Jess worked it out for me in the end - she reckoned I was entitled to be off sick for two days, and that would take me to 4.8%, so I wouldn't get into any trouble. Great! I texted Myra to see if she wanted to rehearse with me tomorrow and she texted back to say she would, straight after Jeremy Kyle.
Last night's meeting went really well - I am to audition for the part of Danny Zuko! I'll have to perform a "Greased Lightnin" solo, then a "Summer Nights" duet with a prospective Sandy. Myra has the best singing voice in the group, so she should get the role of Sandy. I will have to perform at my very best to be heard over her mighty, bass-baritone range.
I wrote out the lyrics for both songs, and kept them on my desk, covered by a Perypils newsletter. I peeked at them during the longer calls, trying to commit them to memory. One call went on for ages this morning - it was an elderly gentleman, who had called to ask us to stop addressing letters to his "diseased" wife. I kept asking what was wrong with her, but he just got more and more upset. He hung up in the end. Our old customers do get very confused sometimes.
Mum was sitting in the kitchen in her dressing gown when I got home. I asked her if she was ill, and she said she was undressed because she'd been trying on outfits for Auntie Trisha's civil partnership. I was impressed she was so organised, as that was months away. Mum had missed a couple of empty wine bottles when she'd been doing the recycling, so I took them outside to add to the crate and heaved it down to the gate, ready for collection.
I checked through the post, as I always did, to see if there was anything from Dad. He said he'd write when he was settled somewhere, but I can't call him because he doesn't have a phone. There wasn't any post for me, so I made myself a quick marmalade sandwich for tea, as I had to get to a planning meeting for the SADS - Shodsworth Amateur Dramatic Society. Tonight we would be discussing our next production - Grease. I was very keen to secure the role of Danny Zuko, or at the very least, Kenickie. In last year's Oklahoma!, I'd just missed out on the part of Curly McLain, as at the time of the audition, I had a horrid cold sore that kept splitting. I'd had to perform the song "Oklahoma" without moving my lips too much. I overheard the director say that I'd be perfect for the role if Curly had just suffered a stroke. I am currently cold sore free and my adenoids have all but cleared up. Surely it's my turn for a major part? Fingers crossed. When I left for the meeting, Mum was still sat at the kitchen table, staring into space. It must be so difficult being a woman; fancy having to agonise over outfits like that.