Pleasant Surprises

So there I was, sitting at home, mind my own business,when the phone rang.  It was an unfamiliar number with a local area code.  I answered, half expecting a desperate plea by a struggling local non profit for money or volunteer time or both.  Instead I heard, “This is _____, the director of _______. ”

I was instantly flustered.  I asked her how she was, interrupting her as she wass offering me a part in her production.  My brain froze momentarily.  It just didn’t make any sense.  I didn’t audition to get a part.  What was she thinking?

 

But I had a part.  A good part.  An interesting part.  A part that I was really excited about.  I just couldn’t wrap my brain around it.

She gave me a lot of information which I could not focus on at all.  thankfully she also explained she would be sending an email with all the information I needed.  I stammered like a moron and uttered incoherent sentences.  Or at least that’s how it felt.  I thanked her an hung up the phone.

I immediately thought of a million questions.  How often would we be rehearsing?  What nights?  When was the performance?

But this was all superceded by this pleasant feeling of surprise.  I really hadn’t expected to be cast.  And I had been.  It was a tremendous ego boost.

Now I just have to find a babysitter sso I can rehearse.