Audition # 1 – Horror film
I hand my resume to the poised director who sits across the room cross-legged, wearing a light blue button down dress shirt and long hair neatly pressed behind his pointed ears. His under arm sweat stains seem to be growing by the minute and I try not to keep staring over at them — but fail. The director’s nervous? Is this not the director? It’s never struck me that the “important people” on the other side of the table were nervous. This guy is. He uses his arms to describe the scene, and all my focus goes into not looking at his under arm stains. Alice, don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.
Audition #2 – Pilot
I dread this particular casting office. It’s a large fluorescently-lit room full of offices where different projects are being cast — meaning masses of actors sit waiting their turn, practicing their lines, nervously pacing and somehow always ending up in front of the large mirror. The middle-aged man with a goatee talks about Steven Spielberg as though he knows him.
“So listen man, I was at Steven’s house yesterday…”
Admittedly, I have not taken this particular audition too seriously (and I hope my manager or agents aren’t reading this) but this pilot is about a day in the life of a struggling actress and the story just rings too true for me to feel like it’s acting. Needless to say…
Audition # 3 – Pilot. On Tape for New York.
Emailed to agent.
No information yet about a callback.
After a long week full of auditions, I barely have time to prepare for Christian. He’s new. And he’s coming back from Tokyo in three days. Christian is about 6-foot-3 and built like a very in shape football player. I’ve been on four dates with him and so far so good. Except… he’s been in Tokyo on business for the past two months. This has worked out fine because I’ve been in India and Chicago. So we’ve been Skyping, emailing and texting, and racking up large phone bills. Christian arrives in LA on Monday. We have plans Monday evening. This will be the first time in two months we’ll see each other.
I’m still in the stage where I’m collecting information, as I like to call it. So far, the information I have is He:
Sends me roses at work frequently.
Calls when he says he’ll call.
Is on time.
Is a gentleman.
Dresses well, but not too well.
Watches football, but doesn’t need to watch it.
Listens when I talk.
Asks me questions about my life.
So far so good.
Alice can be reached at AliceActress@yahoo.com