It's funny how it all changes.  As I left the audition last night, with all the hearty, cheery assurances of a call today, still ringing in my ears, I was certain of success.

As today has worn on, the confidence has slowly ebbed away.  This is of course entirely natural and expected.  Now, I wouldn't find it hard to believe that the friendliness was a mask for astonishment or laughter, and that, the moment I'd left, the reaction would have been "Dear God!  What was all that about!"  Improbable, of course, though it's easy to think that everybody was so friendly and grateful to me for having come because they knew they weren't likely to be giving me the part.

Ah, lovely neuroses, where would I be without you?