May 24, 2010
The Theatre, the theatre, what happened to the theatre?
Leggings- Old Navy.
Last Monday I auditioned for a show. I don't know why I haven't told y'all about it, but I haven't even really talked about it much to anyone else either. I think I've been trying not to get my hopes up. It's just a musical review, but I'm secretly really excited about the prospect of performing again. I've even been sceaming up fashionable rehearsal wear (which normal rehearsal wear resembles gym clothes and is super ugly), dreaming of bringing my dance shoes out of retirement, thinking about the number of dance tights I will go through, and even considering buying some new black ballet slippers so I don't have to always wear my character shoes. I've been pretending that I'm fine. I'm not nervouse at all! No, of course I have not lost sleep waiting for the cast list to be posted. Jeeze, what do you take me for? I am a seasoned pro. I got this. Don't be fooled by my calm outter; I have been an emotional wreck inside. What if I don't get in? What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough? Did I sing off key? Was my dancing worse than normal? Did I come off as cocky? Was I too bold? Was I too shy? Did I seem fake and ingeniuine? These are the questions that have haunted my nights for the past week.
I think I was more excited to be in a show than I was even willing to admit to myself. I seriously had the worst week of sleep in years. Each night I'd lay awake wondering what they would be taking into consideration. We were told that the cast list would be posted either Friday or Sunday. So I spent my whole weekend compulsively refreshing the website where the cast list would be posted. No dice. Finally the director sent out an email saying that the server was down and they would be posting it Monday. So last night I had another restless night.
Today I woke up and as soon as I was out of the shower I checked my email and then the website to see if it was up. Nope. I got dressed and left for work where I spent the next three hours refreshing the page. And finally around noon, it was posted. I clicked the link. I waited and my stomach flipped uncontrolably. After a few minutes of deep breathing with my eyes closed, and a little pep talk with myself ("It's just a review. It's just community theatre. It's okay if you didn't get in."), I read the list. it was in alphabetical order. I skipped down to the "B's." And there was my name sitting there looking back at me.
MY NAME WAS ON THE FREAKING CAST LIST!
I'm a little excited. Of course I did just realize today that I didn't mark a conflict on my audition sheet that happens to fall on the rehearsal and day before dress rehearsals start, so I'm praying that I can get out of it because otherwise I will kill myself for missing She & Him, The Swell Season, and The Bird and the Bee live. I even already have my dang ticket bought. I hate being senile.