Oct 5, 2015
If I may be bratty for a second
Heard back from the play! I got cast, buuuuuut in a really tiny fucking role. Granted, it’s a fun one: a really cranky, self-righteous nun. But after the gloriously epic beast that was Olga Prozorov, it feels anticlimactic and just very eh.
I have to look on the bright side. Smaller role means less stress and less time and angst devoted to figuring shit out. Smaller role means there’s far less on the page, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want, which is so much fun.
Maybe I’m actually *more* afraid because I don’t have nearly as much stage time to form a character.
Still, I just. I was hoping for something meatier. And I killed that audition.
*whines like a little bitch*