Bad Night and Random Happenings/Thoughts
Last night I had a most disappointing call back. Not because I didn’t do a good job. I was fine at what I was asked to do. It was what I wasn’t asked to do. I had written on my audition form last Sunday four characters that I’d be interested in playing. On Sunday I had read and sang for one of those characters and afterwards the music director told me that I was “wonderful!!” Apparently it wasn’t “wonderful” enough because I was not even given the chance to read, sing, or dance last night for ANY of those characters last night. There was one specifically (that I hadn’t sung for on Sunday and which requires a completely different type of singing) that I had planned on auditioning for and had prepared beforehand. I had also psyched myself up all day long so I would do a good job. That particular role called for someone “older” than the leading female role. The casting sheet said up to age 35. Well, I’ll tell you what, they didn’t have anyone over the age of 21 even sing for that part. The girl that is going to have the female role is 27 or 28.
I think my whole issue with this is that I fail to see any type of logic in that reasoning. None. I was burning with anger and confusion last night ... and hurt pride, I will admit. I was only auditioned for the mother of the leading child. If I get that part, I would have to have been a slut in high school ‘cause that is when I gave birth (if we’re going by age here).
I couldn’t fall asleep last night. I lay awake in bed trying to wrap my mind around what had happened and why I was so casually overlooked. I looked at one of the board members and I asked (rhetorically) why I didn’t audition for any of the parts I requested. She looked at me and expressed her confusion as well. Not a single girl that auditioned for the role I had prepared for was good enough. The other problem is that the song they had them sing didn’t even go as low as the part does and the girl I think they are going to cast in that part was having difficulty hitting an A. If she can’t hit an A and the part goes to an F, heaven help us. It was listed as a tenor/alto role. HELLO!!! That is me, morons!
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I think I hate cell phones, but I also love them. I was on my way to the post office today and there is this guy that I sort of know and was trying to initiate a conversation with on Facebook. He wrote back a few very short, un-engaging answers. So, I gave up on trying to talk to him. Well, we sometimes see each other around and so I figured that we could chit chat when that happened. Well, he was on his cell phone and barely acknowledged that I was on the street near him. He kind of put up his hand to indicate that he saw me... like a half assed wave. I said “Hi,” smiling. No reaction at all. Now I understand that he was perhaps on a business call and he needed to concentrate, but I was annoyed. If he hadn’t been on his cell phone, he may have at least said “Hi,” back to me. If I saw a hot piece like me walking down the street and I was a single, straight dude, I’d stop to say hi. Is that too self-absorbed of me?
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I had a lunch non-date-date today with an old friend and I cancelled on him because I thought I had a lunch date with my cousin cause she called me last night saying “lunch tomorrow”. Well, I called her and asked her where we were going to go and she said, “Oh, no. It is tomorrow,” and I was like “Dude! You left a voicemail last night saying tomorrow!” I think she felt bad, but we both laughed... so once again, I thought I had lunch plans and I now have none. That is the second or third time this has happened to me in 2 weeks. Sigh. At least we’ll have lunch together tomorrow.
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I think that the payment for being so vain is that I always have some sort of blemish on my face. This week’s is particularly egregious. Stupid face.
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This morning I found one of those plastic tag holder-on-ers in my clothing. I was having strange pains and I thought I might have to go to the doctor. Well, imagine my relief when I pulled out the plastic piece. I just wonder how it got there.
I think my whole issue with this is that I fail to see any type of logic in that reasoning. None. I was burning with anger and confusion last night ... and hurt pride, I will admit. I was only auditioned for the mother of the leading child. If I get that part, I would have to have been a slut in high school ‘cause that is when I gave birth (if we’re going by age here).
I couldn’t fall asleep last night. I lay awake in bed trying to wrap my mind around what had happened and why I was so casually overlooked. I looked at one of the board members and I asked (rhetorically) why I didn’t audition for any of the parts I requested. She looked at me and expressed her confusion as well. Not a single girl that auditioned for the role I had prepared for was good enough. The other problem is that the song they had them sing didn’t even go as low as the part does and the girl I think they are going to cast in that part was having difficulty hitting an A. If she can’t hit an A and the part goes to an F, heaven help us. It was listed as a tenor/alto role. HELLO!!! That is me, morons!
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I think I hate cell phones, but I also love them. I was on my way to the post office today and there is this guy that I sort of know and was trying to initiate a conversation with on Facebook. He wrote back a few very short, un-engaging answers. So, I gave up on trying to talk to him. Well, we sometimes see each other around and so I figured that we could chit chat when that happened. Well, he was on his cell phone and barely acknowledged that I was on the street near him. He kind of put up his hand to indicate that he saw me... like a half assed wave. I said “Hi,” smiling. No reaction at all. Now I understand that he was perhaps on a business call and he needed to concentrate, but I was annoyed. If he hadn’t been on his cell phone, he may have at least said “Hi,” back to me. If I saw a hot piece like me walking down the street and I was a single, straight dude, I’d stop to say hi. Is that too self-absorbed of me?
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I had a lunch non-date-date today with an old friend and I cancelled on him because I thought I had a lunch date with my cousin cause she called me last night saying “lunch tomorrow”. Well, I called her and asked her where we were going to go and she said, “Oh, no. It is tomorrow,” and I was like “Dude! You left a voicemail last night saying tomorrow!” I think she felt bad, but we both laughed... so once again, I thought I had lunch plans and I now have none. That is the second or third time this has happened to me in 2 weeks. Sigh. At least we’ll have lunch together tomorrow.
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I think that the payment for being so vain is that I always have some sort of blemish on my face. This week’s is particularly egregious. Stupid face.
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This morning I found one of those plastic tag holder-on-ers in my clothing. I was having strange pains and I thought I might have to go to the doctor. Well, imagine my relief when I pulled out the plastic piece. I just wonder how it got there.