I have an audition for Cirque du Soleil.
The way I understand it, they start off with a lot of people in the morning, then cut them down as the day goes on. I figure I'll probably be home by lunch, if not a late-morning nap. Nonetheless, I gotta swing for the fences (wherein "fences" = "6:00, when the day-long audition officially ends").
I have to prepare a 2-minute piece to sell myself to them.
Dread. Paralyzing. Dread.
My Argentinian pen pal, Gabriela, is teaching me lunfardo, which is Argentinian slang. She wrote:
Aquí llamamos "cagazo" al miedo y "cagón" a quien tiene miedo.I'm going to very loosely translate this as:
Here we call being scared a "shit attack" and "massive shitter" is the person who is scared.This 2 minute piece is a serious shit attack, guys.
Oh man, how I love language.
Oh man, how the F do I come up with 2 minutes where I am strongly discouraged from using any of it?