Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
It is Monday morning, two days after my second grab at the brass ring that is casting in Too Much Light, and I’m expecting only two of the following outcomes:
1) I am being phoned to hear that I have not been called back.
2) I am not being phoned at all.
I harbor no ill will, mind you; my piece went pretty bad. Not terrible, but it had a lot of room for improvement. When I say I flaked, however, I don’t mean just at the audition itself, I had clearly flaked several times beforehand, especially last week. I did not even use the piece I expected to use last Thursday, since Friday morning I wrote something I felt was better, and since Friday evening, when I rehearsed the other piece, it didn’t work technically. So essentially, I approached my audition with a piece that was barely 24 hours old. I performed it as best I could, got a few laughs, but by and large, was unimpressive.
Hm. Y’know, I don’t want to talk about the rest of my weekend after that for right now. Suffice to say that afterwards I was feeling so spiritually miserable that I made several decisions that were leaning towards self-destruction.
Current music: Soul Coughing, “Irresistible Bliss”