Last night’s audition was just that, an audition for the director of After the Fall, who wasn’t able to attend general auditions earlier.

But I’m being called back. I know this because when we finished a fun (in that weird actor way) read of the scene, the director—who was the only person in the room I didn’t know—said, “That was lovely, Sally. I’m going to want to see you for this again. We’ll be calling you back.”

It took everything I had to not run squealing from the room like a joyous six year-old.