Neat! I just got a callback for that show!
And, even cooler, the part is only between me and ONE other woman. I know the woman, too, and while she is a very experienced actress who’s worked paid gigs all over town, she might not ‘look’ the part more than I do.
Either way, I’m so flattered that I’m in the running at this point, and that my competition is a woman who is really good at acting. Even if she gets it, how cool is it that I made it up to her level on my first time onstage again in seven years?! Yippee!
So, I’ve still “got it,” as the kids say. Or the old people. Yeah, I think the old people say “got it” more, actually.
One thing that’s somewhat unsettling, but I am OK with it: I am no longer considered for the young, perky ingenue. I’m now a Mom-type. When did I get old? Probably over the past seven years, I guess. Either way, I know tons of actresses lament reaching this age because the parts become limited. And it means you aren’t young anymore. And not being young is kind of scary. I think this audition has been more jarring than my last birthday, in that I feel my age and feel kind of bummed out at how fast time goes by.
And if I were to get the part, it might play with my head a little to portray a mother and wife. Especially when one of the kids dies in the show. And that kid’s name happens to be Malcolm, of all the names in the world.
OK, worry-part of my brain is now turned OFF. I’m off to work now, where I’ll probably be a little giddy over the callback thing. Fun times!