February 06, 2007 - 8:35 p.m.
So I did not get a part in Chicago. Sad. At least I managed not to cry until after I got back to the apartment. Well, the street outside the apartment. I almost made it. Now I only start to cry when I think about having to call my mom and tell her. I'll do that tomorrow.
The funny thing is, it's offset by my writing. Minutes before I checked the call board, I was listening to my advanced fiction class workshop my piece, and I got some great critiques. And my brill teacher has declared that he is going to plague me until I become a good writer. He was floored by my idea, but the writing isn't up to standard yet. And honestly, I'm looking forward to him plaguing me about my writing. Especially since I'll have all sorts of time to devote to writing since I won't be rehearsing all the time.
My biggest consolation is that the two girls playing Roxie and Velma (not that I expected to get one of those roles) aren't tall enough to be Rockettes. I am. I can still be a Rockette, and they can't.
