I recently had to cry on command for an audition, but with all the comically disturbing celebrity deaths this week, I just wasn't in the mood.
As someone not so "in touch" with their emotions, crying on command is not an easy task. In fact, aside from a dewey-eyed reaction to the ubiquitous Susan Boyle clip, I can't remember the last time I shed a tear. So, in order to artificially wet the ducts, I turned to an old staple:
As someone not so "in touch" with their emotions, crying on command is not an easy task. In fact, aside from a dewey-eyed reaction to the ubiquitous Susan Boyle clip, I can't remember the last time I shed a tear. So, in order to artificially wet the ducts, I turned to an old staple:
Note: This clip is most effective if, while watching it, you the recall Lennon's tragic death, particularly as the media portrays it (complete with images of Yoko reeling and the flood of global public outcry) and skip out on his wiki page (namely the parts about his estranged relationship with first son Julian and pre-Yoko misogyny).
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