Being a thespian myself, I know that feeling. Actually, no I don’t.
Okay, I hope it turns out Marigold lost the audition, because it would make a great lesson about how you can’t win everything.
Those lyrics to that song from yesterday pretty much could go with the tune from the chorus of “The Blue Tail Fly” (“Jimmy Crack Corn”). Perhaps sung slower and more symphonic. Or even operatic.
The mask fell off.
She has forgotten all the hoof clops she got.
You got this Marigold. Because….you know, UNICORN!
If all unicorns are wonderful and they are competing for the same role, things could get tense.
Do you tell an equine actor to break a leg?
Marigold isn’t feeling so heavenly now.
“I must go to the meadow for some therapeutic prancing” is getting added to my daily affirmations.
Marigold should take a placebo.
I thought her version of therapy was to look in a reflective surface.