Lost in Translation

Upon being called back for the lead role of Scapin, I felt a great sense of achievement. I only hoped that I could put out a performance as good as I did the day before. Unlike the other students who were called back, I was calm and collected for most of the day. Even when the time for call backs came, my hands didn't become cold and jittery like they usually do. Throughout the audition I attempted to exude as much physicality as I could, but I felt that the audition scenes selected did not provide much room for improvisation. After doing the same scene over and over, the lines somewhat became tired and burdensome. Despite all this, I left the audition feeling as though I had an equal chance to the lead role of Scapin and even the lesser one of Silvestre. Later that day when I checked the cast list, however, I found myself cast in a relatively minor role. Cast as Carle, I was to be a combination of multiple small roles. This included being a waiter, porter, etc. I still cannot understand how I was dropped to such a small part. It was especially disappointing for me considering that this was the first time I could have hope for attaining a respectable role in a show. Rejection is truly debilitating as I seem to have lost all passion for theatre.