all the way to reno

all the way to reno

so, call back last night. Emotions so VERY mixed on this one. I’ve never been called back for a show and then not cast. That’s just the way the cookie has crumbled… there have been many shows I auditioned for but didn’t get cast in, but for every callback I’ve attended, I’ve been cast. I sense this will not be the case this time.

First, I read for a character described in the script as “young, athletic, attractive, popular”. Obviously, this is the ingenue role, and I am not (and will never be) an ingenue. Ever. I get up there and it is a big old botch. Next, I read for the character I’m called back for. In the script, she is listed as being 55. I think the readings for that character go well, but I’m pretty intimidated by the fact that there are several women called back for that role who ARE actually 55. This, however, results in a situation where I am Bill’s mother-in-law, and I joke with my daughter about how I’m going to steal her boyfriend. It was pretty funny.

Bill is going back for a second set of callbacks tonight. I’m just feeling rather flummoxed by the entire experience, and I don’t even know WHAT to think about it. I guess we’ll just see what happens. I’m so very, very tired of waiting and waiting and waiting. If it’s not a part, it’s a job, it’s a check, it’s always something. To quote the bartender at Satellite … “She’s waiting. That’s why they call her a waitress.”