Unfortunately, in the past that has worked against me just as often as it has worked for me. When you read a character in a way that the director can't agree with, you run the risk of not being cast, because they assume that's the only way you can present it. Of course that's not true, I'm sure I could interpret the scene in any number of ways. Trouble is, someone else probably read in a more neutral way, and was therefore more appealing, and auditions are all about competition.
Well, at least for women they are. Around here if you're a man, all you have to do is walk within a mile of the cattle call, and you're cast, just about.
For that reason, I think Forest may be cast after all. He told the director last night that while it wouldn't upset him at all if he wasn't cast, he wouldn't mind being cast either, if he's needed. (Which of course, he is.)
I wish I could get a role that easily!
I always get paranoid and freaked out about auditions, because I never really know whether I've done well or not. I know I presented a reasonable, focused monologue. Then I was asked to present that monologue in the character of Forrest Gump. I'm not sure whether I did well at that or not.
The part I'm really in the dark about are the cold reads. When I have a script in hand and am reading unfamiliar text, I'm concentrating so hard on keeping the timing right and inventing a character that I don't have an extra eye with which to watch myself. The subconscious sort of takes over, and then the scene is over. I sit down, and think to myself, "what did I just do?" I have no idea. I feel as if it was an unfocused performance, but then again, I had a script in my hand, so it's not like I could use my eyes for that. I feel that one read went way too fast, but then again, it was a dialogue of a person in a completely panicked state, fleeing a monster, so that was the way I chose to read it.
All in all, I've no idea whether or not I sucked. Don, the director, is completely unreadable, because he always looks at me like I'm halfway out of my mind anyway.
So today I'm obsessed, does it show? The calls won't be made until at least Wednesday, if not later, so I will be dangling in suspense until then. I'm hoping that I'll be Kate and Forest will be Petrucchio. That would be awesome. Guess it's time to rub the crystals, light some incense, say some prayers and throw salt over my shoulder.
I feel physically ill today, and it doesn't help. My head aches, and my nose is running, and I won't get into graphic descriptions, but suffice it to say I feel like hell. And I have Tae Kwon Do tonight. Wwwhheeeee. Nothing sucks worse than dragging oneself to a workout when sick.
Then again, I know I will feel a bit better afterward, no matter what. Adrenaline helps, and so do endorphins. So I'm stalwartly putting one foot in front of the other today, assuring myself that Yes, I Will Work Out Tonight. I will. Really.
This morning I woke up just before 5 AM, and couldn't go back to sleep. My body was comfortable, but I wasn't feeling well, and my brain was on endless "He'll cast me; he'll cast me not" cycles. I think I even managed to disturb poor Forest, who usually will sleep through someone taking a boot to his head. (External stimuli don't bother him, he only loses sleep for internal reasons.) This morning we ended up absolutely dragging ourselves out of bed, running quite late. (Fortunately, it didn't matter, because I had errands this morning, and didn't have to work at a particular time.) It was nice, though, because Forest approached it with a sense of humor, and I was glad to join him. We actually laughed our way out the door, and his beautiful smile made me feel lots better. I haven't seen him in a few hours, and I still feel the glow of that magical grin of his, the one that's mine alone. I love that feeling.
Gosh, I love my honey. (Just in case you didn't know that already.) I'm so incredibly lucky!
Last night we went to Cory's for a drink, a light dinner, and to watch the Spartans game. I'm excited to see how much I won in the office pool, since I guessed the champions correctly. It was a pretty fun game to watch. We went home at the half, and Forest soaked in a hot bath while I watched the end of it. I don't think Florida even came close to winning in the entire game. They got within 6 points a couple of times, but there was just no way they were going to get it, and even my unexpert eyes could tell. Once the Spartans hit that 11-point lead it was fairly clear that they were going to dominate the game.
I'm a bad parent today. For the second day in a row I forgot to drop off Kirstin's violin to her. I also have her winter coat, and it is now starting to snow outside. I just called her dad and informed him of how to break into my house. Aren't I great? *sigh*
