That's what you call a LIFE EXPERIENCE.
Wow... weird how a day can be just so completely out of left field like that.
So, I didn't get cast in this Shakespeare show that I've been working my ASS OFF for over the past week. Like, I made callbacks and everything, then I only read once (and the side they gave me was absolute shit) and didn't make the cast list (granted, they were only using 5 women and they called back like, 20). So, I was quite upset. But there were auditions tonight for a student-directed studio show ("Ivanov" by Anton Chekhov), and I was like "ok, whatever, I'll just do it." So I did. First off: the form we had to fill out prior to the audition was INSANE. SO MANY QUESTIONS. Why do you want to be in this show, why do you want to act, what drew you to this play, etc. And then the last thing was: "Write a story on the back of this paper. It can be long or short, it doesn't really matter. It just has to be good." Well, shit. So I wrote a really talky thing about this girl talking to a narrator (who only goes by "I" the whole time and doesn't actually say anything until the end) about how she had a bad day because she got her period early and was fired from her job. I shit you not. I wrote it. It was real philosophical. So, I spend the whole time out in the lobby writing that shit, and I don't actually get to read the sides. So, I go in with the rest of my group and I'm like "fuuuuuuuck". The director has me do a monologue, which I do. It came out also very philosophical and quiet (it was about love, what can I say), and I wasn't happy with it. So, he has me do it again, only this time he tells me that my goal in saying this is to convince him that I love him, or he'll "throw me off of a building." So I do, and I feel like it was "I'M TRYING SO HARD TO ACT RIGHT NOW, IT HURTS" and I'm not happy with it. So, I leave the room like "shit, I just blew it." Now, I happen to know the girl who is the ASM on this one, and I end up talking with her for a great deal of time about my story and how I didn't like my audition, what we each did today, etc. So, the group after mine finishes up, and the director comes out to get the next group in. As it turns out, there's only one guy left. So, the director sees that I'm still there, and asks me to come in so I can read a scene with him (!!!!!!!!). So, I grab some sides and run in. He has the guy do a monologue, then he sets us up with a scene, and tells us that he'll watch us run it once, then give us adjustments and have us do it again. Thank god he gave the direction that he did, because despite the fact that it wasn't the best acting I've ever done in my life, I thought it was quite good for a cold reading. So, we finish the scene, and no one says anything. So I look over at the director, and his face is quite literally like this: @_@ LOL, and then it takes him a bit before he finally gets it together enough to say "umm... that was... good. Yeah. Good. You're, uh, you're done. I'm not going to make you read it again. Great. Thank you." I left the room the second time and just went "YES!!!!!!!" So, I think I've got a pretty decent shot at a callback right now, and I can't wait to check the list tomorrow. Woot.
Also, I spent two hours in the scene shop building a flat for my tech theater project. Ick. I still need to paint it before I leave for break, too. Not fun. Then, it started raining, so I watched "Juno" on my laptop. Nice. Yeah, it was POURING when I went for my audition (I foolishly wore flip-flops, and on my way back to my room, it only took going through 4 puddles before I figured it could't get any worse, took my sandals off and twirled about for a bit). It still might be. We have a tornado watch, apparently.
What a fucking weird day.
So, I didn't get cast in this Shakespeare show that I've been working my ASS OFF for over the past week. Like, I made callbacks and everything, then I only read once (and the side they gave me was absolute shit) and didn't make the cast list (granted, they were only using 5 women and they called back like, 20). So, I was quite upset. But there were auditions tonight for a student-directed studio show ("Ivanov" by Anton Chekhov), and I was like "ok, whatever, I'll just do it." So I did. First off: the form we had to fill out prior to the audition was INSANE. SO MANY QUESTIONS. Why do you want to be in this show, why do you want to act, what drew you to this play, etc. And then the last thing was: "Write a story on the back of this paper. It can be long or short, it doesn't really matter. It just has to be good." Well, shit. So I wrote a really talky thing about this girl talking to a narrator (who only goes by "I" the whole time and doesn't actually say anything until the end) about how she had a bad day because she got her period early and was fired from her job. I shit you not. I wrote it. It was real philosophical. So, I spend the whole time out in the lobby writing that shit, and I don't actually get to read the sides. So, I go in with the rest of my group and I'm like "fuuuuuuuck". The director has me do a monologue, which I do. It came out also very philosophical and quiet (it was about love, what can I say), and I wasn't happy with it. So, he has me do it again, only this time he tells me that my goal in saying this is to convince him that I love him, or he'll "throw me off of a building." So I do, and I feel like it was "I'M TRYING SO HARD TO ACT RIGHT NOW, IT HURTS" and I'm not happy with it. So, I leave the room like "shit, I just blew it." Now, I happen to know the girl who is the ASM on this one, and I end up talking with her for a great deal of time about my story and how I didn't like my audition, what we each did today, etc. So, the group after mine finishes up, and the director comes out to get the next group in. As it turns out, there's only one guy left. So, the director sees that I'm still there, and asks me to come in so I can read a scene with him (!!!!!!!!). So, I grab some sides and run in. He has the guy do a monologue, then he sets us up with a scene, and tells us that he'll watch us run it once, then give us adjustments and have us do it again. Thank god he gave the direction that he did, because despite the fact that it wasn't the best acting I've ever done in my life, I thought it was quite good for a cold reading. So, we finish the scene, and no one says anything. So I look over at the director, and his face is quite literally like this: @_@ LOL, and then it takes him a bit before he finally gets it together enough to say "umm... that was... good. Yeah. Good. You're, uh, you're done. I'm not going to make you read it again. Great. Thank you." I left the room the second time and just went "YES!!!!!!!" So, I think I've got a pretty decent shot at a callback right now, and I can't wait to check the list tomorrow. Woot.
Also, I spent two hours in the scene shop building a flat for my tech theater project. Ick. I still need to paint it before I leave for break, too. Not fun. Then, it started raining, so I watched "Juno" on my laptop. Nice. Yeah, it was POURING when I went for my audition (I foolishly wore flip-flops, and on my way back to my room, it only took going through 4 puddles before I figured it could't get any worse, took my sandals off and twirled about for a bit). It still might be. We have a tornado watch, apparently.
What a fucking weird day.