The Actress in the Glass Booth

by Cheryl Felicia Rhoads

Visiting Washington DC, I had asked an orchestra leader at a hotel restaurant, if I could sing Bibbity, Bobbity, Boo? Only four years old, I stood on the stage, singing a song about magic. My show business debut came as a shock to my family, who hadn’t noticed that I’d quietly slipped away from the dining table. Sometimes, I have a tendency to spring things on people. Later, when working in the entertainment industry, I shocked non-family members with my worldview. But when one is an actress and a conservative, there’s just no easy way to break it to some folks. So one time I was at my agent’s office for a voice over audition, I asked to be heard in more ways than one.

See – there was this anti-President Bush stuff plastered on the door leading into the recording booth. It had been there awhile, and I had tried to ignore it. Weeks before, I’d been waiting along with another actress for an audition. We’d been having a pleasant chat, when suddenly this woman dove headfirst into an anti-Bush diatribe! Stuff like that had been happening more and more. And I began to dread going to auditions there. (more…)