Audition, the Miniseries: part III

Callbacks. What a supreme disappointment. There was a role that I wanted so bad, I could taste it. I worked it, read it over and over. They didn't read me for it once. And I knew. I knew in the back of my mind that that would happen. That I would be overlooked in favor of putting me in a role which would be easier, more obvious, for me to fill. And I read for that one, but my heart wasn't in it. I'd read for that type of role a hundred times before, and I've played it just as many. I might not even get it, though; the reading wasn't the best I've ever done.

Hey, Department of Theatre, why don't you challenge me once in a freaking while. Seriously. Sure, you could give me the bitch roles. The sluts, the prostitutes, the villians. But you're here to teach me what I don't know. Give me something that I've never done before. Goddamnit. I had the exact same trouble in high school, and I have no idea why. I'm quite possibly the most milquetoast, pure, innocent, goofy person that it's possible to be, and I get cast as the villianess. Fuck me.

All of that aside, the part wouldn't be bad, if I got it. It's just........if only.....