The universe can be a baffling place. It never ceases to amaze me that I hardly ever hear from those auditions in which I feel most confident and yet I receive calls from those auditions I leave feeling bewildered and flop-like.
This weekend I had two film auditions. The first I left feeling happy but as though I hadn’t been given enough time with the script. The group running the audition was friendly-looking and organized with a plan, but the audition was conducted not unlike a visit to a medical clinic. I entered, was asked to sign in and complete a form, was handed the script and told to sit and wait. Very soon thereafter a door opened and a voice called out, “Next!”. I entered. After slating for the camera as requested, an individual in the corner surprised me by talking. It took a moment for me to realize we had begun a scene and I had to inquire about which scene I was reading and with whom. Clarification improved the situation and I managed to leave the folks in the audition room laughing.
The second audition I approached feeling upbeat. I arrived with time to spend on the character description and the script. When it came my turn to read, they took my photo twice. I was so in character initially I was far from smiling; my picture looked more like a mug shot. The assistant obliged with a second photo op at my request. Then, I followed up with one uncertain read from the script and a slightly flubbed monologue. Hopefully no one noticed. Upon departure, I don’t know if I was even out of earshot before my self-directed raspberry revealed my dissatisfaction with my presentations. I cannot tell you how pleasantly surprised I was to find a voicemail message later that day informing me I was called back to read again. Yay! I then began to question the two slices of cake I had just consumed as consolation. A workout should resolve that, right?
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