So I met the director guy from the previous post last night at the CPK at Hollywood & Highland. Before he even shakes my hand he introduces himself and gives me yet another chance to bail. Which, you know, is strange. "Hi! I'm the guy you're meeting....You can still leave...." Very Eeyore.
At any rate, I assure him I'm not creeped out, and he offers to buy me dinner at the California Pizza Kitchen. (Oddly enough, neither of us had pizza. )
He's a nice guy. He told me that he had had the auditions last weekend, and so far, he's got two actresses he's thinking he could use. I ask him their names, because it's a small world, but I did not know either of them. We talk about the script, about his writing, about how my reel is a lot better compared to a lot of other reels he had looked at. I told him that I had sorta prepared the small monologue the character has when she reveals that her boyfriend was killed in a hit and run. So I kinda did it, at our table, with all the ambient noise a loud restaurant carries, with the loud talking and laughing of the tables next to us, and Kelly Clarkson howling how she does not hook up but goes slow. Very weird audition. He gives me some direction; basically, less sad, and faster, so I offer to do it again, and he said that was much better.
I probably shouldn't've offered to do the monologue at all. It was a very strange place to do it, hard to concentrate, hard all around, but I just didn't want to meet him with absolutely nothing but my somewhat sparkling personality. I mean, how effervescent could I really be, you know?
And I've actually done makeup-auditions before, where I couldn't make the original audition but was still seen anyways. And what always happens is that the director has already made their choice and I'm not going to swing them either way. It's hard to compare one person in a different setting to the rest who are all on tape, available to see and go over again and again with the click of a button. He told me that he was waiting to go over the tapes until after he had met me, and that he'd let me know either way. Not holding my breath.
But whatever. Nice guy. And the salad I had was really delicious.