I had a reading for a film script and it was incredibly nerve wracking before hand, just in case it was shit. In fact, one of the actors, the leading female actor in fact, said she thought it would be shit. Once they got into it though, it was really enjoyable and it wasn't too bad at all. Thankfully the actor in question only told me after that she thought it would be shit or I'd have probably left there and then and cried all the way home from Edinburgh to the midlands. As it turned out, we all went to the pub afterwards and I stayed on so late I had to run fo my plane. Which was a novel experience. The running, not the plane.