So I had a callback today. I thought that I did really well at the audition so it was nice to have a second chance.  This morning as I was getting ready, I was trying to remember what exactly it was that I did in the audition.  I couldn’t remember.  I couldn’t even really remember what I wore.  I was pretty calm on the way over then right before I was to go in I got really nervous.  I texted my boyfriend and he reassured me that I would do fine.  I took a deep breath and went in when I was called.  I went through the action once and then casting person asked me to do it again, but slow down.  I realized that I was rushing and talking really fast.  The second time I tried to slow down but I think that initial nervousness shook me up a bit too much.  I left feeling like I really dropped the ball and I’m a little upset with myself for letting my nerves get the best of me.

It’s been a pretty eventful December! I’ve had several auditions and all but one of those have resulted in both callbacks and avails.  Being on avail is awesome and stressful.  I know I’m close to booking the job but have to wait until the final decision comes down.  Such torture.  At that point, it’s out of my hands though, so I’m pretty much understand there really isn’t anything else I can do.  Fortunately for my ego, I heard back that I booked one of the jobs I auditioned for!  YAY!  My second job this year…or ever!

I had my fitting today so I’m all set to shoot on Monday.  I’m looking forward to being on set…and I have another audition, so there’s a chance I can have a job lined up for the new year.

So far August has been pretty awesome. I’ve been out on several auditions and one callback. The stress of going to auditions is becoming familiar territory, so I’ve been putting it into my mind that I’m ready for the next level of stress: The Callback. The callback I had this week was pretty stressful. Regardless, I put my best foot forward and feel that this experience is one step closer to the next level of stress: Booking. I’m especially looking forward to this type of stress.  A friend mentioned that summer is usually pretty slow, so getting out as much as I have been is a good sign. He also mentioned that the business really starts to pick up in October, so it looks like my timeline will work out and some jobs will be coming my way.

I’m looking forward to being stressed out.

I am desperate to sit in on a casting session.  Just once. I want to see the wonder of auditioning from the other side of the table. I want to see firsthand the myriad of actors and the choices they make (or don’t make) with the lines on the page.  I want to hear the comments once the actor leaves the room.  I want to know what the casting director thinks. I really, really wish I could have experienced being the casting director of the audition I went on today.

I was sitting in the waiting room going over the sides and I could hear a woman on the other side of the glass paned door. Although the door muffled her voice a bit, there was some serious emotionality going on.  It seemed to me that she kind of yelled straight through to the end of the scene, but I was only half listening. The voices ended abruptly and the door opened.  The actress exited looking fairly confident.  Before she exited the office, she wished the breaking of legs upon me and another woman, who was also waiting.

The casting associate turned to me and asked if I was ready. Since I had only read the scene through twice I asked if I could take a few more minutes. She said ok and invited the other woman in. The actress jumped at the chance to audition immediately although she had only walked in a minute before.  The door closed and again I could hear muffled voices as her audition began.  A minute in, the fireworks began. Full voice shouting. The second part of the scene called for the character to break up an argument, but this girl was taking the scene to a whole new level. Her shouting was so clear I could follow along with my script.  Too bad those screamed words were nowhere on the page. She didn’t just paraphrase here or there, she rewrote the whole scene with a liberal sprinkling of f-bombs to kick it up a notch. The scene ended with a bit of laughter and the door swung open again. The actress exited and took a seat in the waiting room.  I guess it was to look over the actual words on the page before getting a second pass at the audition.

My audition was definitely more quiet than the two before me, but I don’t think I took away from the emotions of the scene.  I trying to find levels rather than just shouting my way through from beginning to end. I think I gave it a fair shake and there isn’t much I would change in hindsight.  I don’t believe that yelling equals anger or emoting, but that’s just me.  For all I know, they could have thought I was comatose compared to those other two actresses.  Who knows? It sucks not knowing.