Sep 13, 2006 09:08
Went to audition for Richard III. The director seems to love me. Tells me I'm "too young" to play Lady Anne... um, okay... you want to cast her as middle aged, fine, I get that. Says he loves my facial expressions and reactions--the way I moved... He wants to cast me as Princess Elizabeth. No lines. On stage a lot. Tells me to wait until 8 to find out if he wants someone else. I wait til 8:30, when someone tells me it'll be closer to 9. 9:15rolls around, I come back in, and he explains the role in more detail. Asks me if I want it. I, and I thought I did this ever so politelfully and respectfully--but I guess I was wrong, asked if it would be permissable for me to still audition for "A Christmas Carol" next week. SNAP. No... nononononono... suddenly, he turns from, "Oh, you're so wonderful and I love your facial expressions and movement" to using words like "unprofessional". He says, "No. No it's not. And you're wasting my time now. It's completely unprofessional. You need to decide here and now." I say, "Alright, then, I choose this show." TO WHICH he gets a little wierd: "Oh, NOOOOO. I'm not offering it anymore. You have shown a complete lack of professionalism, sweetie. I turned down so many other people for this role. So unprofessional. You're going nowhere fast. Stop wasting my time. Get out." To which I respond, "I'm sorry" and I politely bow my head. To which he responds, "You should be." TO WHICH I respond, "I sincerely apologize. Have a wonderful evening."
And I left.
I suppose normally this wouldn't really jostle me, but it came at a really bad time, and now I think I'm unprofessional. What was I supposed to do? Not ask and jump ship on his show when a better role came along? I suppose it wasn't being turned away from the show that bothered me. I highly dissapprove of what he's done to the text and story--from what I could read in the script. I still can't believe--he actually tried to woo me into the role with the words, "And you'll get to wear so many pretty clothes." Pardon me?
All in all, I think I handled it well. At least I hope I did. Probably just a sore subject. Probably wasn't the first time someone asked that question.
I woke up the next morning with a sore shoulder and a bum lower leg from sleeping so oddly. It's actually a little fun pretending the director put a hex on me. (I'm Richy3esque)