Ripping off the bandaid

My manager left me a message, simple saying: "Hey, give me a ring when you get this."

I call a few minutes later, his assistant puts me through, and before any pleasantries, our conversation went like this:

ME: Hey.

HIM: Hey. You're not getting the pilot.

[We call this "ripping off the bandaid" -- no need to beat around the bush, no tears to shed, just tell me what's up.]

ME: Wow. OK.

HIM: They said you gave the best read. You killed it. They love you. But you look too much like another girl they already cast for the other lead.

Such is life....or, rather such is the life of an actor.

This is not to say it doesn't hurt/or sting/or make you want to pull over on La Cienega and cry*...but it does somehow soften the blow to just have my team come out and say it.

**Yes, I have been known to have full blown breakdowns over lost roles (ones that I was so close on, that I coached on, prepped for weeks on), but I guess part of growing up is just getting over it. "No"s are much more of the norm than "yes"s...so you gotta find a way to be OK with it (at least, ok-ish, or ok enough.)

Tonight's remedy: wine, Chinese delivery with lots of Sriracha, and a snuggly boyfriend who keeps saying "they're idiots for not casting [me]."