Break a leg.

Auditions for Bedlam Theatre, the entirely student-run group, were this afternoon. Kind of a replacement Drama Department, no UK uni's have drama programs. I went even though I had a lovely cold-voice.

I was concerned that my American accent might throw directors away from me, but one play specifically requested American accents---Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?. I auditioned for it twice, each with a different part, and so only had time to audition for one more before leaving, The Real Inspector Hound. I swear that play stalks me.
We'll see about those plays, I don't even know when I'd find out how I did. There were a lot of people trying out and none of the plays had very many female parts.

There's always tech, too, and I so very much love teching.