The Call

I have been ripe with anticipation for days now. They started contacted people on Friday to tell them they made the tour. It apparently is a long process as they only have contacted a few people each day. With each passing day I try to temper expectations in the event that I do not get the call. It was told the only calls that came were for the ones that made it. You could understand my excitement when my phone rang this morning with an unidentified number. Unfortunately my call was not one that would elicit a joyous outburst.

The call was from who I expected, but it was not the message I wanted to hear. I did not make this year's tour. As my smile faded away, and my heart sank, all I could manage were one syllable responses. I ended the call and immediately texted The One to let her know.

Now that my grieving period is over, it is time to move on. I have a wedding in a year and a half, a dozen opportunities here waiting for me, I am still studying for promotion and I have to better prepare myself for the next time I audition. I know what to expect for the next time. What I need to improve on, what I should have prepared. The next time that the tour sees me, they will be impressed. This might not have been my year on the tour, but it is still my year.

This is just the beginning,

Skate