And fucked up by getting on the wrong train. By the time I got turned around too much time had passed. I wasn't that heartbroken, so I went back to the city to eat grilled cheese and drink beer. I texted the producer about missing the train and she invited me to Callbacks Day Two.
Auditions were being held in a posh community center. I had my dramatic monologue from What Cops Know prepared, but I was never asked to perform it. Instead I cold read from a few scenes.
At one point I overheard one of the older gentlemen waiting to audition remark to someone else that he'd appeared in a previous production of this show back in 1965.
I eventually got cast in this show. And before the rehearsal process was even halfway over I was reminded what a pain in the ass commuting to the suburbs was. Especially in the dead of winter.
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