So I didn’t get the role. But it’s not like I need a Sham Wow to soak up all my tears. It happens. It’ll happen a thousand times. Truth told, I learned a lot:1) Workshops work. It’s not exactly a kegger driving 55 miles, five days a week to cold-read scenes for casting directors. But my audition came from a CD whose workshop I attended over a year ago. She remembered me.
2) Don’t judge yourself. I looked up my notes from that workshop from last year, and I'd written down that I really sucked ass that day. The casting director apparently disagreed.
3) Do your homework. Downloading all the sides from the show helped me understand my scene, and gave me the confidence I needed walking in to that office. Sometimes the porntube has got to take a back seat.
4) You’re not auditioning for this show; you’re auditioning for the next one. This philosophy comes from my favorite TV exec-producer Jonathan Prince, who preaches that you assume the role for which you’re auditioning is going to a producer’s nephew, and not you. But you can make an impression on the casting director and be brought back in the future. I’ll be back. And yes, Jenn, I’ll take you to lunch that day.
I now return you to your regularly-scheduled Good Friday. Happy Easter. Again, sorry we killed your lord.
