There’s no such thing as luck. Especially in this business. Good actors work. They take their careers seriously, learn as much as possible, and prepare meticulously. You don’t wish for that. You make it happen.This is the point when irate lovers of The Secret pound out an email to chastise me, arguing that the universe rewards those who ask for what they want. To them I say, tell it to your bong, hippie.
If you want to be a working actor, learn your craft. And learn it from the greatest. I’ve talked about Annie Grindlay, the best teacher in this city. Well now now Annie’s opening up her own acting studio, teaching her way at a price that’s cheaper than her old place.
Take her class, and you’ll work. Work as an actor, that is. Unless you prefer to wait tables for the rest of your life. Which is fine – there’s no shame in schlepping food.
Actually, yes there is. Because you have to serve people like my friend Mike, a guy who never settles for the first table you give him, blames you if the veggies were sautéed and not steamed, and manages to somehow be both too hot and too cold at the same time. He’s the biggest heterosexual bitch in the southland. Enjoy your 5% tip. And salud.
