And now we wait.

Sometimes I don't have a clue where my dreams come from. But sometimes it's blatantly obvious. Like last night, for instance. I woke up around 4:30 from a dream about being at an audition. Gee, can't imagine where that came from.

The callback went okay, I think. It's hard to judge. There appeared to be five women called back for Emma; from what I heard, I would say that I'm vocally better than at least two of them. But, that's my opinion, not the directors'.

If I get cast, I'll get a call today. So now I sit and twitch.

Noon.

No phone calls.

Still twitchy.

Still not cast.

Five o'clock.

Still no phone calls.

Still twitchy.

Beginning to fear.

Still not cast.

Nine o'clock.

Two phone calls: telemarketer and my mother.

No longer twitchy, because I've largely given up at this point; by this hour, I would expect they'd've called if they were going to, and they were only calling the people who were cast.

I wanted this one, dammit.