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Well, Yay! Sorta. And: Oh, crap!
Dec. 11th, 2007 04:14 pmI have been cast in The Sound of Music, after all. Though not as a principal, and certainly not in a role I really wanted. I've been asked to play Frau Schmidt, the housekeeper. EH. Giant Eh, but it'll be okay. Then Ken (the producer) called back today to ask if I would *also* be a singing nun - an expansion of my role that I could have predicted had I bothered to do so (it was more of a foregone conclusion that it would simply Happen during rehearsals, rather than being formally asked at the outset).
Well, this is okay. It's a meaty role (so I'm told, cut straight out of the Mrs. Fairfax mold), and it's possible that through the rehearsal process, I can breathe some life into the character and maybe even introduce a hint of movement. I'll certainly be able to sing in the chorus and probably will wind up singing in some of the other numbers (So Long, Farewell; Eidelweiss). And it's still not so huge a role that either "Princess and the Pirate" or "Drood" will be impossible to take on.
Is it normal to be really disappointed even when you're being offered what other people might consider a decent role? Well, it is for me. Time of the Month may have something to do with it, but it's also...well, if you read my other post, you know that partly it's because I felt I didn't audition well. And I hate that. It's one thing to do your best and still not get cast; it's another to have misinterpreted the right approach and to have shot oneself in the foot. Practically speaking, this is not a tragedy. There will always be another production. But Dangit, I know I'm leading role material. I don't really want to be banging my head against the same walls when I'm pushing 50. I know I will be though - that's just part of my reaction, even though after a little whinging and getting used to the idea, I generally make a good job of what I've agreed to do.
But the Oh Crap? The read-through is THIS THURSDAY NIGHT. The night I have to pack to go away, and more importantly, THE SUPERNATURAL EPISODE! Nargh.
I'll have to download it just like the first six weeks of the season (yes, it's almost hard to remember that "Fresh Blood" is the only episode I saw when it aired so far this year). It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't that I have been spoiled about this episode and I know I'm going to want to see it RIGHT AWAY, DAMMIT.
Ah, me. Poor, poor me. Yeah, right.
Oh, other news: the squeal in my car cost $20 to fix (tightened the alternator belt). There's a line on a rebuilt tranny which I could get installed, with an optional 1-year or 12000-mile warranty. Total cost, including labour, would come out to about $1200. Thinking. On one hand, it's at least one more year of car, for less than a new one. On the other? That would bring my total car repairs this year to almost $4,000. Is it worth it?
Also? The car accident didn't hurt the suspension, but DID bend the exhaust. The exhaust system I spent $2000 getting fixed this past summer. I still need a collision shop to look at the trunk closure. These repairs will not be paid by me, but by the woman who hit me. But still. Le sigh.
And it's time to go home. Jeez, I really do think this job is going to kick the butt of my previous ones, in terms of always having some extra time to do stuff. I haven't read any of the fic y'all posted over the weekend, and I haven't even written too much more.
On the plus side, I borrowed co-worker T's external hard drive with all his music on it. Hee. I have SIGNIFICANTLY expanded my iTunes collection, especially in the genres of metal and rock. Schweet.
Oh, and the two pages of notes for my exchange fic, that I thought may have been lost to a spilled milk incident last weekend (no, I'm not joking), were found! They were here, at the office. Yay. So I don't have to recreate the outline and the figuring I did about days and timelines and even a mini-conversation between John and Sam (or was it Dean). So YAY.
Okay, that makes me feel a little better. And now it's really time to go home.
Well, this is okay. It's a meaty role (so I'm told, cut straight out of the Mrs. Fairfax mold), and it's possible that through the rehearsal process, I can breathe some life into the character and maybe even introduce a hint of movement. I'll certainly be able to sing in the chorus and probably will wind up singing in some of the other numbers (So Long, Farewell; Eidelweiss). And it's still not so huge a role that either "Princess and the Pirate" or "Drood" will be impossible to take on.
Is it normal to be really disappointed even when you're being offered what other people might consider a decent role? Well, it is for me. Time of the Month may have something to do with it, but it's also...well, if you read my other post, you know that partly it's because I felt I didn't audition well. And I hate that. It's one thing to do your best and still not get cast; it's another to have misinterpreted the right approach and to have shot oneself in the foot. Practically speaking, this is not a tragedy. There will always be another production. But Dangit, I know I'm leading role material. I don't really want to be banging my head against the same walls when I'm pushing 50. I know I will be though - that's just part of my reaction, even though after a little whinging and getting used to the idea, I generally make a good job of what I've agreed to do.
But the Oh Crap? The read-through is THIS THURSDAY NIGHT. The night I have to pack to go away, and more importantly, THE SUPERNATURAL EPISODE! Nargh.
I'll have to download it just like the first six weeks of the season (yes, it's almost hard to remember that "Fresh Blood" is the only episode I saw when it aired so far this year). It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't that I have been spoiled about this episode and I know I'm going to want to see it RIGHT AWAY, DAMMIT.
Ah, me. Poor, poor me. Yeah, right.
Oh, other news: the squeal in my car cost $20 to fix (tightened the alternator belt). There's a line on a rebuilt tranny which I could get installed, with an optional 1-year or 12000-mile warranty. Total cost, including labour, would come out to about $1200. Thinking. On one hand, it's at least one more year of car, for less than a new one. On the other? That would bring my total car repairs this year to almost $4,000. Is it worth it?
Also? The car accident didn't hurt the suspension, but DID bend the exhaust. The exhaust system I spent $2000 getting fixed this past summer. I still need a collision shop to look at the trunk closure. These repairs will not be paid by me, but by the woman who hit me. But still. Le sigh.
And it's time to go home. Jeez, I really do think this job is going to kick the butt of my previous ones, in terms of always having some extra time to do stuff. I haven't read any of the fic y'all posted over the weekend, and I haven't even written too much more.
On the plus side, I borrowed co-worker T's external hard drive with all his music on it. Hee. I have SIGNIFICANTLY expanded my iTunes collection, especially in the genres of metal and rock. Schweet.
Oh, and the two pages of notes for my exchange fic, that I thought may have been lost to a spilled milk incident last weekend (no, I'm not joking), were found! They were here, at the office. Yay. So I don't have to recreate the outline and the figuring I did about days and timelines and even a mini-conversation between John and Sam (or was it Dean). So YAY.
Okay, that makes me feel a little better. And now it's really time to go home.
