The audition

You get a call announcing that you've got a call back

So you wait and pine and rehearse 

And look forward to the day 

You carefully pick out your clothes

Think through all your witty remarks 

You're sure you're ready

You're sure you'll get the part

And you're not even auditioning for the lead character

Any minor one will do

Or maybe an understudy

An occasional night performing for a real audience 

So the day comes

And he shows up at your door

You're just so ready with all your answers and opinions

And that joke you heard from your coworker that you're going to pass off as an original

You talk about the music playing

You're pouring out all the acting chops that you've learnt and mastered all your life.

This might be it.

The big break.

The one everybody talks about.

All the things you're supposed to feel

Oh the things you'll feel

So you get to the movies

Welp!

That's 2 hours that you'll have to smize and send out good vibes

Cos there's no talking at the movies

And you hadn't considered that.

So you sit there

You don't want to be that black person.

So you watch the movie

And you sit there for those 2 hours thinking of the books you could have read, the songs you could have stayed home and swayed to.

But no, you're at a fucking movie.

And the movie ends and the audition begins again 

And you laugh and jest.

But he drives you back home.

Drops you off.

Hugs you and smiles;

Says - let's do this again.

So now you know, 

You for sure aren't getting a call back from this casting director.

But somehow, you're okay with it.