30 posts tagged “auditions”
Last night: Go see midnight showing of Romero's latest, Diary of the Dead. Since the 10pm showing had gone on late, didn't end up getting home til 3am or so.
This morning: Woke up at 830am to get to The Agency's anniversary breakfast at 10am which lasted until 1 bloody pm (Coincidence! The waiter who served us was one of the guys I used to work with back at The New Restaurant! Small world....and I'm not going to lie and say I didn't feel a tiny bit of relief/satisfaction that I'm no longer working in the service industry to supplement my creative career), went by Lush to pick up the fabulous face masks that work wonders for my roseacea-prone sensitive babyface, dropped off clothes/shoes at Salvation Army, and am currently debating napping/cleaning or going to the gym before going to a client's ex-boyfriends music label launch party, then driving up to The Mountain for some snowboarding tomorrow as well as watching Giles compete in a boardercross event on Monday.
I'm tired.
Ooh! But I'm on avails for the Cable One spot! Wee!
No callback for the Orbit spot, sadly. Still, it was the first time I'd met that casting associate and hitting it off with him is never a bad thing. Plus! Two things to take my mind off it:
Audition: Cable One @ Megan Foley Casting -- This is a cute little spot with me and my 'new husband' showing off our new home to my 'parents'. The first time I went into the room, they were running a little short on 'husbands', so I took over his lines as best I could. I must've done a decent job, because they asked me to stick around and be part of a group that HAD a husband for me. So I auditioned with two sets of 'parents', and it was interesting because I got a very tiny sliver of what it must be like for the casting directors to see the same lines/scene done over and over by different people doing different takes.
Audition: Anheuser Busch @ Liz Paulson Casting -- Hadn't been into this office in quite some time, and I was supposed to be playing a Bostonian complete with accent since there was dialogue. Since I had no idea what the dialogue was going to be, I worked with a fantastic website my agent set me up with just to brush up. http://www.ku.edu/~idea/index.htm Naturally, the line that I was given to say gave you almost nothing to work with as far as the accent ("India Pale Ale!"), but I did the best I could. And working on accents is always really fun for me, I love picking up different dialects.
Already we're seeing episodic breakdowns coming out! It's going to be SLAMMED next week!
Audition - Verizon @ Dowd/Roman Casting
Hah! Not a day after mutual bitching sessions with Playboy that we hadn't had any auditions yet in the new year, I get one for a National SAG commercial! It's featuring a girl being "interviewed" by one of those sports reporters who interview the players after a big game, talking about how she toughed it out through her sister's baby shower by watching college hoops highlights on her Verizon phone. The CD came out and gave us notes before we went in, basic stuff about how the professional athletes acted during those interviews. This was one of the rare times where I wish LESS information was given to us, because that's how I'd been planning on it anyway! I guess the ad agency's complaint was that they could tell that a lot of the girls going in had no idea how to play it.
Wish they'd kept it that way! Give sporty girls like me more of a shot. I went in with a lot of energy but keeping it toned down, breathing a little hard like I'd just finished a game, slapped the "reporter's" ass (ok, that I did steal from the CD's talk), and did a little point-at-the-ceiling bit. I got only good feedback from the ad agency rep (who was in the room, which is rare for a first audition), and I'm hopeful! Starting out with a SAG National, that'd be a great way to kick off 2008!
Passed on a SAG event to go over to Playboy's and watch Gandhi, one of those films I'd always meant to watch and never got around to it.
What an amazing fucking film. It's over three hours (even has a five minute long "INTERMISSION" message smack dab in the middle of the movie; hee!), but just doesn't seem that long. Ben Kingsley.....wow. Just...wow. The movie's message seems applicable no matter what, but in relation to how things are going in the middle east, it seems especially hard-hitting. The idea that this man actually existed, that these events actually transpired, that it wasn't just some fanciful 'wow-wouldn't-it-be-cool-if-this-happened' idea in someone's idealistic head.....wow.
So. Yeah. See This Movie.
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After my being the last one that they told about shopping for rings (which I was expecting), Mom made it a point to tell me I was the FIRST one they called about it being all official. Yay! :)
Also?? I have an audition for a SAG National Bud Light Commercial tomorrow!! I just have to channel whatever was going on at Goa the other night when I was a downright male magnet and I should be all set!
What ELSE, you ask!?!? Why, going to see WICKED, of course!! Roosevelt texted asking if I still wanted to go, oh and by the way, did I want to do Katsuya before or afterward? Oh, AND, I still need to take him shopping to pick something out for him and for myself, because he just wants to buy me a present for some odd reason.
I feel like such a kept woman.
EEEEEeeeeee..........First I see Kristin Chenowith at a SAG screening of Pushing Daisies, I get hugged by Ellen Greene, and now I'm seeing Wicked!! I'm so ridiculously psyched.
On other matters, that cute UCLA guy that I read with at the T-Mobile commercial asked me out, and Playboy's best friend keeps sending me semi-flirty texts. WTF is going ON?
Audition - T-Mobile @ David Kang Casting
This was one of the few times where working at my own agency has gotten me into a kind of ethical dilemma.
When the last-minute breakdown ("Submit ASAP! Going straight to callbacks TONIGHT!") came out, I didn't really forsee this problem coming. Despite this being a non union job and SAG's threat of roasting your chestnuts over an open fire should you even LOOK at a non union job sideways, it paid well enough that I submitted myself as well as our usual slew of non-union actors.
When the audition notification came back for another of the girls I submitted instead of me, I felt a tiny tiny twinge of disappointment, but it was gone before I could blink as I forwarded the info onto her and called her to let her know of the last minute appointment.
When she told me she couldn't go because she had taken a last minute trip to Washington to be with her father for his first prostrate cancer treatment, I expressed sympathy for his plight and admonishment for not telling us to book her out while my mind went to calling the casting director to cancel the girl and suggest a possible replacement.
When the casting director said to "just pick someone", which I've never, EVER heard a casting director tell me to do before, I finally paused.
I ascertained that there were no requirements or restrictions (did they need brunettes like the girl? Did they need short people like the girl?...No, no and please just send us someone with good comic timing), and then hung up the phone.
Ok. So, in theory, I needed to send another girl. Despite what they had said, I did want to send someone physically similar to the girl, which, despite the height difference, left it down to myself and one other girl out of the 8 or so submitted. I couldn't bring myself to just choose me over her and to just go.
I talked it over briefly with Sidedesk. She agreed we should consult The Boss, as, really, this was again a slight case of covering your ass, and I wasn't really going to take offense if he determined for some reason that the other girl would be a better replacement than myself.
In this business, you don't take things personally. Ever. Or you'll drive yourself completely mad.
In any case, he did agree I should go to the audition, I went and read with the cutest volleyball player from UCLA.
I'm glad I went to the audition, but again I'm grateful for working at The Agency. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been submitted let alone allowed to go to the audition. Most likely.
On the other hand, I think I should see opportunities like this as the other side of the coin for putting up with the INSANENESS of The Boss. None of the other clients do, so I suppose this could be considered another job perk? Ah well. We'll see if I book it, I can feel all happy then.
Audition: German Death Brochure @ Armstrong Casting
Audition: Ford @ Lien/Cowan Casting
First off, yeah you read that first one right. Apparently (and this is in the words of the casting director), apparently in germany when someone passes away they send out a brochure notice. this is an ad for those brochure notices.
So...I'm auditioning to be someone dead? Or someone who's sad someone else is dead? Or someone who smiles because...being dead ain't so bad!
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The Ford one was good only because I haven't been into Lien/Cowan Casting in months and months, and they used to be the only office that called me in! So I'm glad I got an opportunity to go back, even if it was only because I'm a San Diego resident :)
(...What? My mom and sister still live there, i can TOTALLY still claim residency in the lovely truth-glossing world that is LA)
The Agency is slow enough (Damn you strike!) that they didn't need me back into the office, so I'm heading to the Arclight for my first cinematic experience there with a new guy whom we shall deem Roosevelt (met him at the Roosevelt Hotel at Halloween), then off to the new Katsuya location in Hollywood. Woo being treated like a princess! I could use some of that.
Still slowly getting over losing the Emerald Nuts commercial. I had the look down so well and was so hopeful at the callback, then to get the news I wasn't one of the ones on avail.....sigh. Really needed another lesson in not letting auditions get to me, because then you have dwelling, especially with my obsessive personality.
OTHER than that, a fabulous day yesterday! Getting paid for the pilot, yay! Getting a yummy lunch bought for me at a diner, yay! (second note: Who knew a diner would have such a yummy spinach salad with grilled shrimp, red onions, avocado tossed in a basil pesto sauce?) going over to my friend Ryan's house (albeit an hour later than I wanted to) to catch the last hour of Fantastic Planet, yay! Playing a new game called Apples to Apples and WINNING the first round, yay!
Ryan's a friend of mine who I always end up seeing about once a year through fate or chance. I met him doing background work a couple years ago when I first moved to LA. He constantly has these movie nights, game nights, etc, and I can never make them for one reason or another. But I couldn't pass up Fantastic Planet. Producer and I had actually seen a trailer for it when we were watching Fido, and he commented it was his favorite film. To be honest, from the trailer, which doesn't really give any hint of the actual plot of the movie and instead looks something like a two hour long Salvador Dali's animated wet dream, I started doubting the good taste of my movie partner, but I was still too enamored of his pretty eyes and thick hair to care at the time.
Today is:
Audition: Qualcomm Industrial (shooting down in San Diego!) @ Allison Buck Casting
I have a conflict this evening. A friend's band is playing at 8pm. This is a band I got to see at the Troubadour a little while ago and they're quite good, but still in that 'we-need-an-audience' phase. Another friend's holiday party (which I was invited to after the concert) starts at 7pm and goes til 10pm or so. Shandra is also planning on going to the holiday party, which pushes points in its favor.
Audition: Emerald Nuts @ Joe Blake Casting. Oh yes, nothing like getting the wardrobe notes " SHORT, FIGURE HUGGING, BLACK DRESS AND HEELS, same as video. HAIR pulled back, red lipstick, smokey eye shadow...SEE Robert Palmer "addicted to love" video girls.they can YOUtube it.. "
I actually love this. Nice and specific, something for me to copy. Nothing like getting "casual Saturday morning wear. High heels." The fuck? What kind of Saturday mornings do you think we have???
Anyway, for those of you who DON'T know, this is what those Robert Palmer girls look like:
Audition: Captain Morgan @ skirts Casting -- I've gone in for Captain Morgan before with no luck (totally their loss), and seeing as how this role was 'Hot Brunettes who Party", I wasn't expecting this audition to include a weighty discussion of the reduction of nuclear weapons programs in Pakistan (Thanks Talk of the Nation!). Especially seeing as how the wardrobe was 'Sexy Halloween Costumes". God help us.
It went as expected: "Ok, girls, dance! Just..have fun!"
My life is so difficult.
Thanksgiving was wonderful, my mother's boyfriend's son and daughter did the majority of the cooking. My sister channeled Martha Stewart by ironing silk fall leaves and placing them under a filmy table cloth on the dinner table, cutting the tops off of miniature pumpkins (ok, in all fairness, *I* cut the tops off the pumpkins) to make vases for more fall flowers, and the dinner itself was lovely.
It was interesting to be seeing Son and Daughter in person as this was the first time since learning they were going to be potential family members. Mom and Mom's Boyfriend plopped down on the couch with huge grins to inform me they were ring shopping, which was met with less than excited jubilation on my part. Not that I object in any way, shape or form, quite the contrary. But they had been dating for two years and had spoken about getting married numerous times before, this was not quite a shocking surprise that they were finally going to buy some ice to cement the deal.
I congratulated them and duly teased my mom about the anticipated diamond rock that would soon be resting on her hand. I'm gonna have step siblings!
And I finally got my birthday presents! Sister got me a Mad Caddies cd
So an awesome awesome trip. I also had lunch with Guardian Angel, who has since moved down to San Diego to work at the Apple Store at the shopping center closest to my home. While it was a great meal, it was a little strange to see someone I associated with Los Angeles in the town and surroundings I had grown up in.
Yay! The drought of auditions is over, I had two today:
Audition: ASICS @ Eastside Studios Casting -- This was easy print job audition, just a picture pick; no way to do well or badly. A skirt or shorts were demanded as they needed to see my legs, they may add a tattoo. Hee.
Audition: Global Giving @ Judy Elkinds Casting -- Global Giving is apparently a charity that enables you to pick exactly where your money goes to when you donate. It's a great charity, and a fun spot that had me paired with a guy where I was part of a "hipster, artsy couple". I watched somewhat warily as guys were walking up and getting signed in, and right when I was sure that I was going to be paired with a guy who couldn't have been more than 5'8 (I'm 5'10), another one signed in before him. When we went into the room for the group explanation of what they were going to want from us for the audition, we were joking because first the usurper accidentally grabbed my hand, then bumped into me on the way out, then stole my seat when we went back into the waiting room. So naturally, that's who I was paired with. Lovely guy named Sean and I think the previous hijinks only helped our chemistry in the room.
Added bonus was that Nissan was casting right next door and clearly had asked only models to come and show up. Tons of tall male eye candy was paraded by as we were sitting there waiting to be called in. Especially amusing was the waffling dance most of them did while trying to find the room they were heading towards.
The Agency has been going insane today with organizing a charity auction that is all set for tomorrow. During the day I am to remain behind in the office taking care of submitting actors/taking phone calls as best I can (ALL ALONE! The radio is MINE!) while The Boss and Sidedesk/Middledesk are setting up the auction itself, while taking care of a 3 month old puppy. Oh yes, we're auctioning off a puppy. Eek. Then it's off to the night time event after getting all prettied up and doing god only knows what until we are released.
Again, eek. We may just bring hip flasks to the event to keep us sane.
Stuff has calmed down on the boy front. Playboy is still being a bit standoffish, Producer is ALWAYS standoffish, and I was a bit excited at some attention from a drummer from a band I saw the other night, til he friended me on myspace and half of his myspace pictures feature him wearing stilettos. Heels. High-heeled shoes. Hee. My roommate still wants me to go out with him because we have a running bet that he owns a sex swing.
Still, made me feel better.
I'm planning on going to see my friend's band perform at The Knitting Factory tonight in Hollywood, hooray for metal music!
