Callbacks
Well, I just got in from Seagull callbacks.
Overall, I feel anxious. I read for Konstantin, along with one other guy. It's going to be interesting, seeing who gets cast. You have me: short, stocky, not the ideal romantic interest. Then you have him: Tall, good-looking, and a Bohemian sense around him (The guy had to remove his sandals to go onstage, which I personally did not care for).
I'm hoping I get the part, just so I can shake off the rust and get back to doing what I do best. If I don't get it, however, I'll be all right. I'll be disappointed, but I will also be able to go down to Richmond this weekend and audition for their Shakespeare Festival.
Anyway, I get home, finally get the chance to tell my mother that I've resigned from Comcast. She was upset, and I wondered why. Then I remembered: rent money.
I don't know. When does the mother go from being the mother to the rent collector? It's all very odd to me. Which, in turn, only makes me want to get out on my own as soon as possible.
Currently I pay 300 a month. For another 175, I could have a studio in Chicago, with utilities paid. Makes me think, really does.
Ah well, if Richmond comes up and works out, I'll move down there and stay with family, so the commute will not kill me everyday.
I got a plan. And it might be moving faster than I thought.
Overall, I feel anxious. I read for Konstantin, along with one other guy. It's going to be interesting, seeing who gets cast. You have me: short, stocky, not the ideal romantic interest. Then you have him: Tall, good-looking, and a Bohemian sense around him (The guy had to remove his sandals to go onstage, which I personally did not care for).
I'm hoping I get the part, just so I can shake off the rust and get back to doing what I do best. If I don't get it, however, I'll be all right. I'll be disappointed, but I will also be able to go down to Richmond this weekend and audition for their Shakespeare Festival.
Anyway, I get home, finally get the chance to tell my mother that I've resigned from Comcast. She was upset, and I wondered why. Then I remembered: rent money.
I don't know. When does the mother go from being the mother to the rent collector? It's all very odd to me. Which, in turn, only makes me want to get out on my own as soon as possible.
Currently I pay 300 a month. For another 175, I could have a studio in Chicago, with utilities paid. Makes me think, really does.
Ah well, if Richmond comes up and works out, I'll move down there and stay with family, so the commute will not kill me everyday.
I got a plan. And it might be moving faster than I thought.