Guess what my lovelies.
Yep, I got the part of the old woman. Screamin’.
My teacher told me that I was never an “Emma” or a “Lucy” and they had to find a main part for me, but if I wanted, I can be a chorus girl.
This may sound to you, as you are reading it, just the normal speech of someone who is being sympathetic. But nope, it was said really quickly and almost spat at me.
But why would she let me audition and give me false hope?! So no, I told her that she can give the old lady to someone else, because I’m fed up of that stupid role after 4 years. 4 YEARS! Give me a chance at something else, for the love of God.
Obviously, I cannot possibly hold anything against the girls who got the roles because they whole-heartedly are amazing. Kath has a voice of pure gold, despite being 15, and Charl gets the chance to prove that she can play more of a stronger role and portray her versatility.
That makes one of us, I suppose.
But on the bright side, look at it this way, even if I did get a main role, it isn’t going to look fabulous on my UCAS Personal Statement because it’s all been written before. But to say that I have written and performed a play of my own creation isn’t something that you see everyday. I know it seems like I’m being arrogant, but I have to be, otherwise I just feel gutted. So, I’m going to entirely immerse myself in this play and be one of the prostitute chorus girls. My mum told me that we can get some vodka on the go, and make some well good memories of my last show, and on the last night, me and the girls totally ad-lib a scene for about five minutes, completely random and improvised. That should be ace, so I’m excited for that.
So much less stress and so much more fun =]
Met some Danish people tonight, dead cool people.
S.E.M
xx
