I had an audition today. And, while I am a bit superstitious, for someone who doesn’t believe in that kind of stuff, I will say it was a great experience. It called for someone to be rather tough. My awesome acting coach and I broke it down on Saturday and came up with the word “menacing” to describe her. I worked all weekend on it. Sure, I took breaks. It was the weekend. (Is there really a difference between a weekend and a Monday when you are unemployed? Yes, because my husband is home on the weekends…) I learned the lines and I really got to know the character. So, when I got to the casting office today, 45 minutes early, I decided to stay in my car and work just a bit more. Then I walked through the parking structure and out onto the plaza and then into the building. I figured I had 20 minutes at this point, I should go to the restroom and freshen up and cool off a bit. As I was in the stall reading the lines I hear someone come in and not go into a stall. Then I hear the tell-tale clicking of an iPod wheel. Then I hear really loud music coming from someone’s earphones. They must be deaf. I have to see. I gather my things and step out to the sinks. There before me was this TOUGH woman. She looked like Angela Bassett. She had a muscle shirt on and workout pants and a bandanna on her head. She was definitely menacing. How in the world was I, the Pillsbury dough girl, going to compete with that? She left the restroom before I did. Then I went into the casting room and signed in. Scary-menacing-bandanna lady was standing and staring at her reflection in a window with an, “I fucking dare you” look. Every once in a while she would kind of shift which made me and two other women shift in our seats. The rest of the women were all kinds. I was the largest and had the fairest skin compared to my dark hair. There were red heads and tattooed girls. There were women with long-hair and short hair. It was definitely a slice out of almost every group. Scary-menacing-bandanna-girl went in before me. I could hear a bit of her audition so I walked away. I didn’t want it to affect me. I felt like I gave a good audition. The casting director was BEAUTIFUL. WOW, is she pretty. And, she was very nice and complimentary. She even thanked me for being “so prepared.” As they say, that and $3 will buy me a cup of Starbucks coffee.
Now what? Well, now nothing. I am home. So, I wait to hear. But I can’t really “wait.” It is maddening to wait for a call regarding a call-back or to find out if you got the part. You just have to think of it like a trip to the store. Once you are home you don’t think about the trip to the store. You don’t second guess yourself on if you bought the right eggs and if only you had then life would be better. You don’t think about the milk or the tomatoes. You just go on with your life. Sure, it’s easy to say. Certainly, every time my phone rings tomorrow I will jump and my heart will beat an extra beat harder. Then by Wednesday when the phone rings my heart won’t beat harder or extra. Then when my phone rings on Thursday I won’t even flinch before I answer it…unless I am napping.
Today feels like a step in the right direction. Whether or not I was the menacing girl she wanted I know she will remember me. Who knows maybe they will need me for something else or better yet, maybe I will get this part. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.