I had one of those yesterday.
And the experience reminded me of a callback for a Shakespeare show I had a few years back. Despite having a Master's degree in English, Shakespeare is not my forte; in fact, I've only done four Shakespeare shows in my 30-plus years of acting -- and that's including a high school production of Macbeth.
During that callback (for a queen!), the director asked me to use my lower register and diaphragm and really let my voice resonate in the space during the queenly monologue.
And I did.
And it. Felt. Fantastic.
Very powerful -- hearing those words ringing in my ears and bouncing off of the rafters in the room.
I didn't get cast in that show; I'm not sure I could have even done the show if I wanted to due to scheduling conflicts. But that callback is one of the first in recent memory that I felt good about what I did, and I knew I'd continue to feel good about it, no matter the casting outcome.
I didn't necessarily think, "Oh, I'm totally getting that part!" or "I nailed it!" But I felt immensely satisfied with what had transpired in those few minutes.
And that happened again yesterday. It was ugly and real and raw, and I feel good about it.
That is all. Carry on.
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