Out of "Retirement"

Okay, so "retirement" might be exagerating a little bit.

Quick "let's-play-catch-up" time:

Until today, I haven't auditioned for a show since My Way (a Frank Sinatra tribute, in which I did some work as a jazz singer that I'm deeply proud of, regardless of the over-abundance of diva bullsh*t and an annoyingly- and unecessarily-slanted review); that show went up in early Autumn, followed immediately by (sans audition) stepping into a featured role in Death of a Salesman at RCT with less than a week of rehearsal. "Save the Day, Be the Hero" roles can be equal parts stressful and rewarding (I've done a couple before), but it ended up being a great experience; a breath of fresh air where I happened to make a couple of fabulous new friends (no more petty, small-town, back-biting crap).

By the time Death of a Salesman wrapped at the end of October, I not only was ready to take my stanard over-the-holiday-acting-break, but also:

- We were still trying to get pregnant.
- I started singing professionally full-time with The Velvet Kittens.
- I was given a rather forceful order (I'm stubbon, see) of vocal rest from my long-time voice doctor Dr. Kirkham that forced me to drop a great role in a show being directed by a very good friend.

::wipes brow::

Fast-forward to one hosted Christmas dinner and one sonogram later (yep, we're pregnant, start reading about it here), and I found myself having a day free of "morning" sickness. So I grabbed a resume, a headshot, and my audition bag and tried out for the REP season in my hometown.

And...

CALLBACK!

Fun! (and ::whew::) I got to see my buddies from Death of a Salesman, plus some others from the REP (I worked with them back in 2002) and was told to come back tomorrow for callbacks for a slew of great shows. Nothing for sure yet, but it'll be fun. And it could be my road out of "retirement".

:)