Killing My Voice? And the In-between Show Blues

Gah. 'Tis begun. As the opening night of Wizard of Oz approaches I have already started to feel (dramatic pause here) the In Between Show Blues. The In Between Show Blues (also known as IBSB) is pretty much a real bad case of the dumps that I get near the end of a show, or right after the end. I start aching to meet new theatre geeks, learn new songs and lines and even-- and I never thought I would say this-- the late-night rehearsals. But the other part of me is glad Wizard's almost done. I mean, I love it, and I'm really happy for all of my older friends that got leads, but honestly? I really want a role that ACTUALLY HAS A NAME. Is that so selfish?

Last week I had an audition for the musical 13, but unfortunately I didn't get it. I don't feel too bad about that one though-- there was a bunch of fifteen-year-olds with pages worth of credits, and that attend performing arts schools. But, I do have the casting director calling me tomorrow with feedback on why I didn't get the role, and what I should work on.

Also, lately I've been reading about belting not being good for your voice. I always knew that it may not be healthy for you in the long run, but just the other day on the forum on musicaltheatreaudition.com, that most girls don't attempt belting 'till seventeen or eighteen. Belting has always come naturally to me... I discovered my belt by accident during an audition, for Christ's sake! And also, I've been exploring my voice a lot recently, and I can sing almost any voice type (ex., I can hit all the notes Kristin Chenoweth hits in the reprise of "I'm Not That Girl", from Wicked, but I can also hit all the notes in "All that Jazz", from Chicago). Am I committing vocal suicide because of my range and belt?

Awkward as always,
Cali