Be Sad for the Right Reasons

You got an audition.

You shifted your schedule around.

You prepped your pretty little arse off.

You killed it.

You heard back a few days later!

AH!

Callback!

Let’s do this.

You get yourself ready.

Physically. (Nice shirt!)

Emotionally. (I am one with the universe, OHHHHMMMMM)

Technically. (Lights, camera, Zoom… Online or in your car.)

There they are. Casting, the director, the client.

Maybe on Zoom.

Maybe in person.

You show up.

Your gorgeous self.

You bring the present of your presence.

(You try to at least, there’s so much adrenaline you can’t tell your left from your orange.)

YES! A NOTE!

You can do this! Take that note! Wrap it around your little finger and presto chango! BABAM!

New ideas. Collaboration. Inspiration. Reaction. Presence. Breath.

“WOW!” They say.

YES!” They say! 

“And you’re free next week?” They say!!!

YES! WHY YES I AM!

“Thank you!” They say.

And it’s in the pocket.

It’s in the bag.

And you feel on top of the world. 

And you wait, cause it’s only a matter of time, biotches!

But the phone… Is it turned off? 

It’s not ringing. 

Why isn’t it ringing?

Where’s that agent text?

Is my agent in Mexico again?

Hello?

Anyone?

Beuler…

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Here’s the deal. 

You did prepare. 

You did bring your A game.

You did kill it.

You did show up. 

You did give it everything you have. 

And. 

Even though they even SAID they loved it…

They went another way.

So:

Be sad.

Go for it.

That sucks.

BUT PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY: BE SAD FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.

• Be sad cause that would have been a cool job.

• Be sad cause it would have been awesome to work with those people.

• Be sad cause you just love being on set and it would have been fun to put that on the calendar.

• Be sad cause that’s a few dollars not in your pocket.

Be sad about that.

BUT PLEASE, my loves, PLEASE, my Work of Art:

Don’t be sad because:

• You must have sucked.

• You must not be talented after all.

• This is just more proof you’re meant to do something else.

• This is evidence you’ve wasted your life.

• You never should have even tried.

• You’ve wasted your money.

• It’s never going to happen.

• They didn’t like me.

• I’m not good enough.

That’s not sad, my loves. That’s SHAME.

And although you may have heard this before from someone else, you’re the one pushing the play button right now.

So be sad. 

But be not ashamed. 

Hold your head up high and shed a tear if you want, but look in that gosh darn mirror and say it:

YOU are the Work of Art. 

Smooches.