Well this weekend was a bust. It really isn't, because I did do better then ever before, but the final disappointment tends to overtake anything else. Auditions were on Thursday, which I have been preparing for all week, pulling several all night sessions and ditching all of my classes on Thursday just to make sure I would be ready for them. And the auditions went well, I wasn't as terribly nervous, I remembered almost all of my monologue, and left feeling pretty damn good. The callbacks went up an hour later and I was on them. That made me feel real good, because it meant I had done something right, it was a step in the right direction. However, the callbacks themselves were hellish. On Friday I jolt out of bed and flip because I thought it was very late in the afternoon and I had missed my voice class, (which I can't miss or I'll fail) the last of my electrics hours, (for which the same is true) and the callbacks themselves. Luckily it turned out to only be eight thirty in the morning, but the shock, that sucked. So I pretty much spent the entire morning in the theater building, trimming the 2nd electric so that the instruments don't slam into the ground when we take it all the way in, and right about when we finished that, everyone started coming into the theater for Eternal Romeo and Juliet callbacks, so I took my seat, got my copy of the script I was to read from, and went outside to wait in the lobby. For five hours. At the end of this five hours, they started to send everyone home, because they knew that this wasn't going to get finished today. As fun as it is to hang out with theater people, they get a bit old after five hours. So they call us in, the very last group to go that day, we read through once, and that is that, thank you, come back tomorrow at nine in the morning. So I drag myself home, play a bit of Pirates!, look over the script some more, and pass the fuck out around eleven thirty. I wander on down to the theater building this morning, and the same thing again. I sit and wait for three hours before the stage manager comes out, hands me a different script, in which I will be reading for one of the leads. This of course is not because I am being considered for that part, but simply because they figure they will humor me and give me something to do. After that I am sent home. The cast list goes up at five, and I have not been chosen to play anything. As I feared the five males competing for the lead have been pushed down into other roles, and as a result skewed my calculations on how many male roles where available. I am never one to diminish my own accomplishments, but the callback was a tremendous waste of my time. Of course, I didn't have anything else to do, but if I hadn't been called back I could have at least known right away, but no, instead they let me sit around for eight hours in that damn lobby thinking that I actually have a shot. Oh well, there is always next year, which means I have all of next semester and the entire summer to prepare something. Wonderful. So yet another year goes by where I only go on stage when I am carrying a wrench, or something needs to be moved. But hey, I got called back at least right? Right?