Scheduled for 10 AM. Get there 10 minutes early. See all the day jobbers around Union Square, few over 30. And the foreign tourists in neat sweats. And the crazy homeless guys, talking to themselves, while I do same - going over my monologue, again and again.
Hang out with a lovely older chap represented by the agency who was there for an audition. He tells me he saw me outside, in a doorway, on my cell, and he recounts exactly what I was saying! Now there's an ear for dialogue. He also talks about how much he enjoys his part-time work reading stories to kids, for which he gets paid. Hmmm...something else I may look into.
Get called into the audition room. Standard white and blue and green screen backgrounds available. The petite scheduler/receptionist/photographer struggles a bit to roll down the blue for my audition. The video camera is already set up, as are the lights. I am asked to do the standard: 1. introduce myself, 2. look straight at the camera; 3. show each profile, 4. deliver monologue, then, 5. read from a commercial script. I so hate to show my profile, but, what can one do? Once upon a time, it may have been perfect ... at least I have photos to prove it. I am developing a thick skin about my imperfections. I know that if I never hear back from the agency, it's not about the acting. It's about "the look." Either they can use this real multi-dimensional woman of a certain age look, or they can't.
The trickiest part was going from an angry Erin B. to a sweet and chirpy woman hawking a drugstore and their products. It's all on tape. I asked to do a second take of my transition.
I pray to be signed. First of all, that would mean a lot less time spent on Craigslist....a boon for the stinging computer eyes!
Got home to an email from a client who wants me back to do some additional VO work. I'll celebrate that for now.
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