Hot Pink Leather Heels

I'm sitting here at work- dreadful place- and atop my desk are a pair of hot pink leather heels. They look cheap; they undoubtedly are.

I'm very full. I'm back from my lunch break. It was pleasant- not dramatic or exciting or really even mentionable. Moe's. The best burrito in the world. Does New York have Moe's? Surely not. Ah, well. I'm sure there will be many other delicious stops in the city to satisfy my appetite.

Tomatoes. A food I've stayed so far from my whole life. It gets in the way. Like on a sandwich or in a salad. A juicy tomato signals immediate disdain from me. And red onion, too.

Red onion. Who actually likes red onion? Oh, my mother does.

I pre-ordered the "Promises, Promises" new Broadway cast recording, and it came in the mail a few days ago. I've been listening to it quite a lot. It's very nice- perky, fresh, light, airy, melodic. Kristin Chenoweth sounds great. Listening to her mix "A House is Not a Home" is a lovely experience for me. I adore her. I am actually seeing the show next week. I'll be visiting New York with my parents and sister to get a better preview of my school for the next four years and to see a few shows- "Next to Normal" and "Promises, Promises." I'm so very excited.

A friend of mine saw "Billy Elliot" last night. He, of course, loved it. What a remarkable show that is! Thrilling- from beginning to end. I walked out of the theatre mad at my mother... for not signing me up for ballet classes as a child.

My feet are much too messed up to ever be a ballet dancer. 

Oh, ballerina boy. 

To Begin

Well, hello there.

I'm Anderson Heinz.. It's really A.J. Heinz. But I'm changing my name. "Anderson Heinz." It has a better ring to it, don't you think? More professional, more mature.

I'm leaving for NYU in the fall. I'm majoring in dramatic writing. And I am scared out of my mind.

I currently rest my head in Germantown, Tennessee- a quaint suburb of Memphis. I love it here. My family's here, and, of course, my friends are here.

But there's one thing that I've found in my life that truly makes me tick... makes my engine rumble... makes my mind race... makes my heart leap.

And that, to be so sweetly cliche, is theatre.

So, here I am- two months away from moving to New York. 

I'll make it happen. Maybe write a play, have Meryl Streep star in it for her long-awaited return to the stage, have David Hare work with me in adapting the play for the screen, cast Meryl by default in the film version, beg Stephen Daldry to direct, and watch my creation sweep the Oscars.

Maybe I'll make it happen.