Last week my good friend Josani came to town. She was visiting from Brazil with her 17 year old daughter Natasha, who was auditioning for several preforming arts college programs. I decided to spend the day with her as she filled the “good mother” role by sitting in the waiting room for hours, waiting for her daughter to be called in for an interview, and then to an audition. The three of us spent our morning getting to know each other better. I remarked to Natasha that she seemed very relaxed for someone who was about to go in…