Easy come, easy go.

This afternoon I went to auditions for A Midsummer Night's Dream at Theatre Memphis. Auditions consisted reading prepared speeches from Shakespeare, just to make sure folks knew what they were doing well enough to get called back on Monday to see who would be what. I read one of Edmund's speeches from King Lear, and did a fair enough job that the director asked me if I could come back tomorrow. Then he looked at my audition form and said, "wait a minute, you have a LOT of conflicts. Never mind."

The conflicts, incidentally, are from The Taming of The Shrew, which closes a couple of weeks before Midsummer Night's Dream opens. Oh well. I think he had fifteen guys auditioning for twelve roles, so he can cast the show without me.