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"Here, can you read for this role?" , he handed me the script.

"Sure, just let me take a look..."

I scanned the page. Just what I suspected. Another angry woman character, throwing things, throwing insults, screeching and cawing, biting and scratching and just being, well, bat sh*t crazy.

Ramona - 40s, female, an emotional ticking time-bomb, furious at her husband for blah blah something or other.

"No thanks." I pushed the script back into his hands

"You won't read for it?" he asked, stunned.

"I'll have to pass, is that the only role you have left?"

"Thanks, we'll call you". The casting director shooed me out the door.

Sigh. 

***

You know, some days you're just not in the mood to play that role. They expect you to because it fits, because you own it. You know it'd be a big hit, that's why they called you down.

Today, that's just not me. 

They even fed me the lines...all I needed was to just jump in. They set the scene, it's all ready. He wrote that role for me. I know he wanted me to play her, but I'm just too tired. 

Next time you write something for me, honey, cast me as the friend or the advisor. Hell, cast me as the house cat. 

I heard once before that we're only allotted a certain of number of tears per person. 

How can you expect me to cry real tears on cue for that? I got none left, baby.

Try another actress, she'll be happy to play that part. Not me.