The aforementioned post. Intended posting time: 9:35 PM, September 12th, 2002.

Good golly. I just got back from “Red, White, and Swing” callbacks. As in “five minutes ago” just got back. It extended almost to 9. When have callbacks ever taken that long at my school? It started at 6 (before, we had a JETS trip to Lowe’s to get supplies for our wall mural-y thing art project of doom for our NEW WORKSHOP, squee!), and I spent ages sitting on my rear, doing nothing. I wasn’t called for dance. I wasn’t called for voice (!), except after everyone was done, and they asked for everyone that hadn’t been called yet. Thank you, Mrs. Wetherington, for that vote of confidence. Then, an endless string of scene after scene, where I was again never called up. Until about 8:30, when I am called for the first time in this 3 hour mess, and Mr. Blaydes gives me “the monologue”. I rehearse for 15 minutes before he actually calls me up. I perform. Yay. I am confused, as this is a character that goes on to lead a dance number. I am not a dancer, regardless of whatever delusions of grandeur Mr. Blaydes and Mrs. Wortley have for me. I return to my seat, hopeful to get called up again in this dozen-strong clump of leftovers. Of course, Mr. Blaydes then dismisses us all. We can stay if we want to read for a role that we haven’t gotten to read yet. I want to read Jo to get the vision of “Priscilla as Wanda the Monologue Girl” out of Mr. Blaydes’ head, but I have an English paper to do/start, and it’s nearly 9. I start losing mental capacity at 10:30. Just dandy. What a callback! It sure beats last year, when Mr. Blaydes forgot to put my name on the callback list, and I had to attempt to meet with the three directors individually some time during my school day to sing and dance and read lines by myself, bouncing dialogue against imaginary actors.

I hope Dr. Moreland is sympathetic.