That time I didn't suck donkey balls at an audition...

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*breathe*

Oh, hello there. Guess what Interneter?

I gotsa callback!

True story...#whoops lol

This came completely out of left field. I had missed the date to sign up for submissions, and didn't even realize it. So I walk in, expecting a 7-10 open call, but it's submissions only. I felt mortified, but I pinched myself and asked if there just happened to be an open spot. By the grace of Hugh Jackman, there was. So I went in, did my 4 min contemp bullshit bullshit bullshit, they asked me about just moving there, I explained where Lubbock was in the grand scheme of Texas, and they told me my face was weird (or really, that I had a crazy expressive face, potato/tomato). That happened almost a week ago, and I didn't hear back from them the next day, so I thought it was done.

Flash (ahh ahh!) forward to 5 days later, I get the e-mail and the sides. While I was riding the bus to go eat some deep dish. I literally yelped and scared the homeless lady selling shampoo in the back. And, of course, immediately called my mother.

Honestly, in the grand scheme of things ie. being an actor, this really isn't that big of a deal. It doesn't mean you have the part, and sometimes it doesn't necessarily mean you're being considered for the show at all. It just means you were ok enough for the director to want another chance to see if you can rise from your mediocre monologue to perform a decent cold reading. That's basically what the first callback boils down to.

But, honestly, to me, it means so much more.

I'm not trying to toot my own horn, but it's only my third audition, and I was non-sucky enough to get calledback. It means I'm here for a reason. It means I have something that one director may like. It means I learned something from my 4+ years of college classes...? (urm?)

It's just reassuring more than anything. It's something tangiable (not physically, but the in your head, gooey kind of result) that I can call home about and tell my mom. Something worthy to brag about, even if it's really not worth bragging about. And it feels like a baby step toward my goals. You only get one first time, and I totally sucked donkey balls at my first Chicago audition. BUT, I survived to get my first Chicago callback. And before it even happens, I am just proud of myself for making it this far.

Now I just have to conjure up some voodoo Meisner bullshit to get me through my callback, which may be easier said than done.