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Found out yesterday afternoon that I won't get a chance to be The Actor. "They liked you very much, but it's not going any further," is what my manager told me. The feedback wasn't any more specific than that, so I have to go with my instinct, which tells me that I did an okay job, but I probably should have been off book (not really possible with just two days to prepare, but if other actors could do it, it puts me at a disadvantage). The play takes place in New York, and it wouldn't be the first time in my life that I didn't get an acting job because I don't have that ephemeral thing that makes New Yorkers New Yorkers.
It's hard not to second-guess myself when I don't get an cast in a role, especially since the ratio runs about 600:1 in favor of rejection . . . and though The Actor is profoundly disappointed that I won't get a chance to be part of this production, The Writer is pretty proud of what we got out of the experience. In fact, I told Anne yesterday that I feel like I'm standing at the gates of something cool. I don't know what it is, but I think I'm about to scrape something wonderful off my brains.