I got halfway through the second page and had to jump up and read it aloud in my kitchen. I was enthralled! One character in particular—Lotty—jumped out and simply enchanted me. Exuberant and quirky, confident yet uncertain. She hopes for some enchantment to change what we have into what we wish for—rather than the other way around (!!). Throughout the rest of the script, I connected more and more with the character, and by the end longed for the opportunity to play her. But... actors know how that goes... We've all been crushed enough times to be realistic.
Through two more readings of the script, I started to fear that disappointment, and had almost decided not to audition. The whole story is so wonderful, this character so kindred, that I didn't know how I could bear the very real possibility of putting my soul through the wringer in the audition process, letting my hopes rise, then not being cast at all. We all know it happens often. I've blogged several of my own such experiences.
But I couldn't not audition. I went in with an open mind. I just wanted to do the show, to be a part of bringing the story to Plaza's stage. I could see myself as Rose, too. Or even Costanza or Mrs. Graves with enough age makeup. At callbacks I was very nervous but didn't hold back. Gave it my best effort, then tried my hardest not to hope.
Calls were to be made Tuesday, and I... stressed... all... day. I was operating on only a few hours's sleep, so I was a hot mess all day. I dreaded the idea of going to bed that night with no role.
So when I got the call—for Lotty—I was so shocked and relieved and tired that I literally cried. I hope I said thank you before I hung up, not sure. I was bawling, but managed to shouted with joy before crying some more. With shaking hands I texted my best friend, who, it turns out, was also cast, making this role that much more special.
I am unbelievably excited!
