Auditions were held, and 75% of the casting problems were resolved. It was really nice (but also crappy) to be on the other side of that casting couch, because I knew that some rejection is going to ensue. Fortunately it was me doing the rejecting. But rejection isn’t fun, no matter what side of the “It’s not you, it’s me…OK, in this case, it’s you” interaction you sit.
However, I’m excited about the cast I have. And in the cut-throat, dog-eat-dog world of the Brussels amateur theatre scene one just has to man up, and take (and give) rejection like the ruthless hard-nosed player he wants to be.
