Audition: On the wire.

So, for the first time in over a year, I went to an audition for a play.

It's a funny script, for a play called The Clean House, by Sarah Ruhl. It's about a Portuguese maid, a comedienne in her own country who comes to America as a housekeeper and gets depressed when she cleans. (Short version.) And I got read several times for the uptight doctor/employer of said maid. It's a funny part, one I really like and I think I read well, despite the director announcing that he'd like to go with a cast in their 50's and 60's.

Okay, then why did the call have ages 35-60? Huh? Riddle me that, Batman!

Then when it's all over, the director calls me over and says, "Carrie, why don't you come back tomorrow and read for the maid."

Wha huh?

If you said, "Carrie, go look more Irish," I couldn't. Auburn hair, pale skin, freckles.

I do not look Portuguese. Not even a little. Not even if I dyed my hair (which, incidentally, I do not want to do).

I don't think I have a shot at either role. I'm too young (!?) for the doctor and too Caucasian for the maid.I think what he wants me to do is read the joke monologue the way I think it should be done, so that the other younger, Latina looking girls will know how to interp. Which makes me growly, sort of. And feel a little used.

Ah, well. At least I got a callback.