Got the word today (finally!) that I didn't get either of the roles that I read in the farce I had auditioned for. I'm slightly bummed, but the director did say I did a great read, and that he was sorry he couldn't use me for the show, but he would definintely ask me to audition again. I suppose that's something.
He also told me that the older lady who sat in the back of the hall and observed the auditions was very impressed with my audition, and wanted him to keep me in mind for future productions. Apparently, she's the founder of this troupe of players, and her voice carries some weight. It was nice to hear, even if it's just sweet talk because I wasn't cast. (Directors will often try to soften the blow by complimenting your reading.)
Mr. Director said that he was trying to match people in pairs, and I have the sneaking suspicion that the man he planned to cast as my potential husband was the man who was about 7 inches shorter than me. It would look awfully strange (to an audience) to have a six foot tall wife with a 5 foot, 5 inch husband. Oh, well. I probably shouldn't have devoted all that time to rehearsals right now anyway. It's most likely a sign from above that I didn't need to be doing this show. And this way, I'll still be able to go to that Girl Scout event in October that I wanted to attend that was going to conflict with the performance dates.
(Can you tell I'm trying to talk myself out of being disappointed?)
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