mostly david ephgrave

I have a casting this afternoon, despite having almost completely lost my voice. Thankfully, this shouldn’t be a problem, as the part doesn’t have any dialogue. At least, that’s what the breakdown implies. You can never be certain about what they'll throw at you; I may arrive to find they expect me to give my King Lear. (Not that I have a King Lear to give in the first place. I learnt one of Edmund’s speeches at college, but that’s about it.) Even if I don’t have to speak in the casting, it’ll still be awkward. Just giving my name on the door will provoke confusion. I baffle people at the best of times; imagine what it will be like now my voice resembles a cross between Phyllis from Coronation Street and Linda Blair in The Exorcist. I promise not to do anything inappropriate with a crucifix. THE AFTERMATH. I’m pleased to report that the casting went well, despite my aural similarity to Rod Stewart. There weren’t ...