Joy!

I got cast as Hope in Urinetown!

Finally, I get to do a musical — after four and a half years! (And the last musical I did was female chorus in Damn Yankees, which practically doesn't count.)

Of course, now I'm feeling slightly paranoid. Did I dream it? Or maybe I misheard. It doesn't help that the call was straight out of a cell-phone commercial:

Producer: We'd like to offer you the role of Hope.
Me: Oh, thank you!
Producer: ... Hello?
Me: Can you hear me? Hello?
Phone: *is dead*
Me: Ack! Oh my god! *dials rapidly to call the guy back*

After I called him back he repeated the offer, since he hadn't heard my response. So maybe I didn't dream it.

I have yet to figure out what will be happening with regard to the ren faire. I feel kind of guilty about that — but not too guilty. After all, I need to do what's right for me.

And I am so excited! :D