Tuesday, June 14, 2005
flailalot.
tim curry walked by while i was standing in line outside the equity building. i was the only one who noticed, and i was on the lookout for some fellow-feeling from Mr. Body, but then realized he's not from here and probably doesn't know this building or the line of people outside it has anything to do with actors. anyway, i wanted to be the cool one who sees the genius and slyly winks at him without blowing his cover, but i couldn't get it together--i started blowing him a kiss, of all things. small scale, you know, in order not to spoil his anonymity, but he looked away at the wrong moment and i think it looked like i was sucking on my hand.
my audition this morning was awfully half-assed. i remember this casting director from before. he was the one who made a cell phone call during someone's two minutes and cancelled a full day of auditions--after we'd all gotten up early and waited in line--because the a/c in the studio was broken. this time he interrupted the very first group of actors to use the bathroom. and i was like, guy? you couldn't have gone before we started? five minutes is an eternity when the shot you're guaranteed is ninety seconds long. three draggly hopefuls from the alternate list could have been seen in the time it took you to mosey to the toilet.
and then i thought, what if he has prostate cancer? i'm a terrible person.
and then i half-assed it. i feel like if i ever had a day off to work on my shit, i could do a new monologue once in a while without feeling like a hack.
actually, i have to pee right now myself, and i feel like i can't go over and use it for a while because i literally just went (giant bottle of diet dr. pepper and yes, i'm a hypocrite) and i don't want the guys who sit next to me to think i have a drug problem.
or prostate cancer.
my audition this morning was awfully half-assed. i remember this casting director from before. he was the one who made a cell phone call during someone's two minutes and cancelled a full day of auditions--after we'd all gotten up early and waited in line--because the a/c in the studio was broken. this time he interrupted the very first group of actors to use the bathroom. and i was like, guy? you couldn't have gone before we started? five minutes is an eternity when the shot you're guaranteed is ninety seconds long. three draggly hopefuls from the alternate list could have been seen in the time it took you to mosey to the toilet.
and then i thought, what if he has prostate cancer? i'm a terrible person.
and then i half-assed it. i feel like if i ever had a day off to work on my shit, i could do a new monologue once in a while without feeling like a hack.
actually, i have to pee right now myself, and i feel like i can't go over and use it for a while because i literally just went (giant bottle of diet dr. pepper and yes, i'm a hypocrite) and i don't want the guys who sit next to me to think i have a drug problem.
or prostate cancer.
