Well, today has been fun, and interestingly mundane, but not. Maybe it's just because I'm uber-tired.
Classes started today, and up until around 7pm last night, I thought my History of American Musical Theatre class was at 8 in the evening and that my first class was at 11am (Theatre and Dreams - totally interesting and captivating, by the way). HOWEVER, that History of MT class is actually at 8 AM! So, needless to say, I am eternally grateful to Claire and Marlena for correcting my mistake. Turns out, when I was looking at my schedule of classes, my 11am class was listed first, then my 3:30pm class, THEN my 8pm class, but all it said was, and I quote!, "8-9:50". If that's not misleading, I don't know what is, but there were a million people there, so I was either the only one who just assumed that the order of classes was the actual order, or everyone else found out the night before too.
Anyway, it was a blast in the History of American Musical Theatre class. I sat next to my new bud, Dean, who is a tap dancer. He seems to think that's all he does and refused when I encouraged him to audition at the MEGAs, but that's okay. I'm sure he will find his confidence soon. :) I jest, but he likes to act, so what was the worst that could happen, right? No callback. That's it. Oh well.
Throughout class, Mr. Denis Castellano introduced us to many powerpoint slides and audio files and footage of various musical genres (today was a brief history of Opera - I loved it; wanted more!) He's a funny dude and super sweet.
Last night, LATE last night (so I'm really REALLY glad I checked my email - the internet in our room has been acting funny, not in a good way) I got an email in which the subject line stated, "The Crucible Callback List and Information" but I couldn't read the email message because of the stupid internet connection!! So, I was like, "what the heck! I don't know if it's just saying, 'thanks anyway,' cause I'm used to those emails, or if I actually got a callback!" Long story short, I got a callback for Tituba and Sarah Good, both of whom are originally "negro slaves from Barbados." Hmm... oh... kay... That's okay. It's a callback. And some pretty hefty weeping and begging is called for in the end. Cool. That's today at 6:20pm.
But then I was also planning on auditioning for the New York Satellite Program, which is today at 4-5:30pm or 5:30-7pm, neither of which I can now make since I have a class at 3:30 til 4:50pm and a callback at 6:20pm. I can decide if God is telling me, "Not this year, Lizz," or Satan's just kind of messing with me to see how I'll take it. This whole week should have been really stressful, though, and surprisingly I have been strangely calm. About everything: being late to my first meeting - which didn't end up happening - because I waited for the wrong bus twice, then the correct bus's door wouldn't close, so I had to wait for ANOTHER bus and the training driver didn't know to turn at a certain street, so we went a little out of our way and got caught in a three-point turn for a few minutes.
It's like I've been being tested all week, and I feel like I'm passing with flying colors, giving it to God the whole way. And saying "hi" and "thanks" at my - so far routine - 2am shower.
So, I also got callbacks for Edward II, which was the only show for which I DIDN'T want a callback, but for the sole reason that if I got a callback, that means I can't go to The Fantasticks Cast Party in SLO on Sunday. All the other callbacks were different days. But, I got it nonetheless, and I'm loving it so far. Turns out Adrian is directing it! He was a Directing Intern at PCPA my first year there! Hilarious! Although, every now and then I think, "I hope he doesn't feel obligated to give me a callback," but then I remind myself what a kick-BUTT job I did in those auditions. And who cares if he just so happens to have also seen my Shakespeare and Acting Sharings from passed years. That's a plus.
I have always felt somewhat awkward about situations like these: I want to be cast because of THAT audition, not based on previous work, regardless of how good it was. PCPA did that a lot. Which was bad for me - musically - and great for the cliqué of people from Michael Jenkinson's performing arts high school. I love them all, don't get me wrong, but even people outside the program were telling me in hindsight, those were two EXTREMELY politically cast seasons. Completely unfair. But it had to happen for me to understand that I need to make sure it never happens again. The suffering I allowed myself to go through, I mean.
Okay, enough for now. I need to head on back ACROSS campus for my next class and then jump straight into the end of the first session of the New York Satellite Program auditions, then the immediately the beginning of the next session and then take one deep, quick breath and head for the Crucible callbacks!
And maybe after, I will crash at home. No wait, a guy might be bringing by a beach cruiser for me to look at from Craigslist and I might have a new-used bike! Woot! With a basket and ... wait for it... a BELL!
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