it could be yes, it could me no

Callbacks. Did some tribal dancing, fucked around with a mask/puppet, sang a hastily prepared song, was told to be more like a woman, waited (a LOT), and am still waiting.

There's something about standing in line outside a door waiting for your name to be called that maked me want to punch a baby.

Cast lists up tonight and tommorow. Fingers crossed. God, I fucking hate this part. I'm about to pull an Ophelia and drown myself in the shower from the anxiety.