"The label you give yourself cannot impact external forces that are not motivated by your own psychology or influenced by a third party's pre-existing consciousness of you. We are all presented with reasons to struggle which come from completely external forces; to pretend that one is not struggling is either arrogance or an admission of defeat. To admit that one is struggling is a sign and a source of strength." - Evan A. Baker

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Feast or Famine

In this wonderful business, it's either a whole lot of driving, auditioning, rehearsing, booking, and acting, OR a whole lotta nothing.

The last few days were a whole lot of nothing. And then today: Whoosh! Today was a feast day.

Whenever I notice that auditions have slowed down, I just plan some one on one time with JenIsBetterThanAndreaAnders. Never fails. I even wrote her an email saying, hey! Let's plan for a hike so we'll get auditions! We planned for 11am at Fryman Canyon tomorrow. And she got a pop-up audition at 1 and I have one at 4. Perfect. Every time.

Went on a hosting audition for a pilot presentation where I'd be saying things like, "Here we are in front of this bar - here's some good stuff about the place that's really fun and here's some bad stuff that I'm twisting and joking about so that it's now funny and not as negative!" I felt I did well. But I talked too fast.
Then off to my rehearsal for the Happies. The lead actor was mistaken in thinking it was actually at 6pm instead of the actual 2pm time we had scheduled. But I went over some character stuff with the director and producer and then left to drop off my work resume to a place in Studio City that was accepting applications for a serving job. (It's called The Struggling Actress for a reason, folks!)
After that, I met the same director and producer of the Happies at my place and we talked FUTURE PROJECTS. The director is interested in having me write a piece for a project he's got started, and I printed out 4 pages of a little something I started to give him an example of what comedy is to me. I love 1940s style banter. LOVE it. I hate dick and fart jokes. I hate Chris -Farley -fat man -in -a -little -coat jokes. Maybe it has something to do with me not having a penis, but I just don't think that stuff is funny. And I have always considered myself to be an educated young woman with the mentality of a 12 year old.
At any rate, they loved the 4 pages I started.
I also sent an email to a friend of the producer who said, "If you're looking for a writing partner, you should talk to my friend." So I sent her an email with writing samples.

I wore purple tights with boots today!

A fun little feast after a few days of starving. I'll take it.

And I'll reschedule that hike to get even more auditions.

1 comment:

  1. I usually have to polish my nails black in order to get auditions. Hmmm, I'll try the hike thing next time.

    Love this energy and love YOU, my Lira-girl!

    Also, purple tights with boots? I believe the word for that is FIERCE.


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