Today I went on an audition. This is the part of acting that is less fun. Not that meeting directors and other actors isn’t fun, it is the high probability of rejection that looms over the scenario.
It is being vulnerable.
In the most recent experience I found myself in a little room with 7 other women all competing for a 10 second role in a big movie production.
It is daunting.
Statistically, I have a 87.5% chance of failure. Not good odds.
Rejection is the most likely option.
But I go anyway. A kernel of hope has lodged itself in my brain and I can’t let it go. I battle with my pessimistic nature and choose to give way to the hope. I repeat the following mantras to myself.
“I have a chance or they wouldn’t have called me.”
“If I don’t go, I’ll never know what could have happened.”
“If I don’t go, I will certainly not get the part.”
One of the girls today will get the happy phone call, and the rest of us go home like it never happened.
But for the one the effort paid off,
and hope tells me that next time I might be that one.