I'm a bit speechless.
Remember, a couple of days ago, when I mentioned that something big was happening, only I couldn't tell you what it was, because it wasn't finalized?
Well, it's a good thing that I didn't tell you, because it's not happening.
Because I got something a little bigger.
Remember, last week, when I was complaining about reauditioning for a play I had already done?
Yeah - I got the part.
My agent is ecstatic. I kind of feel defiant. Like, you know when you're watching a football game, and a player makes a big hit, and then he pops up and just glares like he's not satisfied yet, and the crowd is going wild? That's how I feel.
I fuckin' blew up those auditions. I said to my agent, "I don't know who is going to get this part, but I know who should get it. ME." I'm not usually this cocky about stuff, but I honestly felt like someone was trying to steal my job - a job that I had done pretty well. And I think, in that situation, when someone is trying to steal your stuff, you fight like hell.
Six months of work, bitches.