...cause I auditioned for a piece today that I love.
Almost as much as my power broker lady (whom I will hopefully be seeing in two weeks).
It's very rare that I read a play and I feel emotion. I actually got a little choked up at the end of it. Really powerful. And it's a part that, if given the opportunity, I could rock the hell out of.
But, it's just past six, and my cell phone hasn't rung. And I have no new e-mails from my agent. So I guess I didn't get a callback. Which hurts.
It always hurts when you don't get a callback, or get the part, by the way. I just think this stings a little bit more because I admitted to myself that I really wanted to do this. It fit perfectly into my schedule. It would easily have fixed my money problems. I could have commuted to work - or, if I wanted to stay closer to the theater, I could have come home on the weekends.
So I'll mourn the loss of my perfect play for the rest of the night, and I'll get up t'm'row and get ready for the next thing.