I'm trying to figure out how different life would be with a car. Apart from the obvious I mean.
With a car I'd turn up to auditions nice and fresh out of the air conditioning, make up still on my face and my hair still straight. I would probably also make acting class as I'd get to the auditions a lot quicker instead of having to head back home in between for more make up and a change of clothes (more to do with the transformation from 'plain suburban pizza eating mom' to 'uptight lawyer getting her groove on to Duke Dumont' than the fact that I've been trekking round in the 100 degree heat!)
With a car I would have all my clothes for my headshot shoot nicely ironed and on hangers in the back rather than turning up laden down with them all inside a Vons bag (the LA equivalent to a Tesco's carrier bag but paper so it looks a bit posher!) all the while hoping that this American has an iron rather than just relying on her tumble dryer!
With a car I'd listen to my music on journeys (maybe even chat to the Scot) rather than having to keep my wits about me on the bus just because you never know what kind of crazy you are going to be faced with next and from what direction!
With a car I'd be able to join in conversations about how I'd found parking, what time my meter was running out and how many tickets I'd had that week because LA people talk about this like we talk about the weather.
With a car I'd be able to go to our local Starbucks after 10pm without being told 'Ma'am we cannot serve you without a car' Seriously!
But where would be the fun in that? Right?
From Liverpool to LA. Should be easy, right?
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