Got a number
Stickered on my chest
Sitting in a queue
Gotta be my best
For the casting crew
I’m at their behest
Gonna put on a show
Nearly my time to go
Then I see you
Looking over me
Sit up straight
Give you more to see
You’re two nine three
I’m two nine two
I could really like a reading
If I do it with you
So I ask if
You worked here or there
It’s a small world
In rarified air
Regular listers
Have stories to share
You keep saying no
Time to change up my flow
Then I question
What’s it that you do
See a small blush
Like it bothers you
Talk about your job
How it makes you blue
Tell how you have a dream
But work is making you scream
At that moment
My number gets called
But not yours and
I can feel my spirit fall
Then through a door
In the fake drywall
I gotta put it behind
But you’re still on my mind
I can barely
Do my whole routine
From thinking of you
The C.D. can see
Not giving the groove
Not the best I’ve been
Feel the callback slip through
Fingers reaching for you
After what feels
Like eternity
I’m done and I
Strain my eyes to see
A sign of you
Searching back for me
But you’ve already left
Damn! My soul is bereft
Now my hope is
On castings everywhere
Beg my agent
For roles I wouldn’t dare
Castings every day
But life’s not fair
Never see you again
And now…
I’m a way more versatile actor!!