Ah, the wait. Something every actor has to deal with. It’s not all waiting – and certainly its not for the phone to ring nowadays. There’s a lot you can do to be proactive, but there is one time when your only choice is to wait, there isn’t a thing you can do about it, and it is terrifying.
To see if you got the part.
Depending on the company your auditioning for, and that particular production, you might hear by the end of that day, that week, the next week, that month…or never.
Yesterday, I auditioned for what feels like the biggest audition of my career to date. Why was it the biggest ever? It would be for a outdoor, promenade, paid production, for three months, based in Cardiff. Most importantly it was for “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. The Shakespeare play I’ve always wanted to be in, and with the role I’ve always wanted to play – Puck.
So I went, did my best, didn’t make a massive fool of myself, and I think I might have a shot. At least, I’m hoping I have a shot. But worrying about this is no use, as there is nothing I can do. It’s just time to wait. And wait. And wait. I’m trying to “put it out of my bed” as they tell you to do after auditions. Instead, I’m looking at flats in Cardiff on Rightmove.
So I thought I might as well blog about it, in the hope that if I write it down and put it out on the internet, it might somehow fall out of my head.
Look out for the nonsensical either very excited ramble, or very sad whine next week, when I find out one way or the other!