Beatrice Zinc

Have you've ever known someone, that seems really shy and quiet when she is by herself.....but then stick her in a room full of her friends and she lights up like a firefly and the sound level goes up too noches? Well meet Beatrice Zinc, one of the loudest, silliest, (and she is proud to call herself weird and crazy)! Her personality is like hot and cold. And she is my best friend.

The other day, I was reading the rough draft of her autobiography and in the epilogue she included a small paragraph about (quote) "The bestest friend I've had past the age of 23," so as a thank you, I would also like to include a paragraph about the bff I can always turn to.

Beatrice and I meet at an audition for a one-lined spot in a movie I cannot mention. This was during my attempt to become a movie star, and her attempt to pay the rent. We were the last too waiting to be called in the audition room, when a young spry girl, who looked about 16 popped out of the room screaming "I got it!" (Little did she know that she was only bragging to two women who didn't care, and a secretary that had left her desk, to grab a lunch break). Beatrice turned to me and said, "Well, I guess it's time for the next audition."
'Next audition? You have a list of auditions?' I asked surprised, since this was my only audition for the day. I walked into every audition with an expectation of getting it, which never worked. I learned alot from Beatrice on how to nail jobs to be able to eat for the month.
"Yah I do," she said, "Oh I get it, you go to one audition a day? Well, sorry Kathleen that won't pay the bills, or buy you squat from the grocery store." She took me to all her auditions for the day, and we both landed a 5min spot on a t.v. show that was on cable at midnight. She needed a place to stay so I asked my other numerous roommates, and the beauty of poverty is you don't mind one more, since you've been in their shoes. Paupers are the most generous people I will ever know. So, of course they said 'Sure!'
Right when reality was hitting me in the face, she taught me to dodge and swing back. We helped each other when times were tough and jobs were limited.
However, I fianlly realized that I was never going to make it, so I moved back home and left that life behind, but not my friendship with Beatrice. After I left California, she left two months later poorer than when she got there.
I kept in touch through e-mails and well all digital devices. Last year I went to her wedding, it was the most beautiful wedding I will ever go to. And now with her husband, they moved across country, so I see her even less now. I don't think she will ever really know how grateful I was for her help in a time I was really in need.
So, if you have knowledge and someone is desperate for that knowledge, speak up and help them out. You might just make the "bestest" friend you will ever have.
Thank you Beatrice Zinc Brithe!