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You know what I really, really hate? (Apologies in advance for the actor-specific nature of this post). You practice an audition speech all week. You practice it when you're in the shower, when you're on the bus, when you're walking to work, when you're on the loo. You get it just right. You go into the audition room, and the speech goes perfectly, exactly as you'd practiced it. The audition panel are all really enthusiastic about you. The writer even says "You're exactly how (character you are auditioning for) looked like in my head when I was writing the play." You are understandably encouraged by this. The director tells you about recalls and rehearsals as if you're a shoo-in for the role. You allow yourself a little dance of victory (in the privacy of the toilets). You go home, feeling justifiably pleased with yourself, and wait for them to ring you and ask you to a recall. Or even just call you and offer you the part straight out. You wait. And wait. And wait. You check your phone for missed messages. You wait some more. You wonder whether they meant the recalls would be next Tuesday. The realisation slowly dawns that they're not going to call you for a recall, let alone give you the part. You contemplate giving up acting. Or maybe just sticking your head in an oven. That's what I really, really hate. Knowing you did a bloody good audition, and then not even getting a call-back.
Rubble
28.2.06 12:24
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(28.2.06 12:27) Damn them! |
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(28.2.06 12:28) yes, damn them all!!! |
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(28.2.06 12:30) They'll be sorry when I storm the theatre on the opening night with my trusty high-velocity rifle... |
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(28.2.06 12:40) Nah Yaags, they'll be sorry when you're in the States collecting that "best actress" Oscar... |
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(28.2.06 13:07) That's just plain rude. And cowardly. Barsts. |
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(28.2.06 13:10) I concur, Ms Pog. I don't mind so much if a director phones up and says I wasn't right for the part, for whatever reason. But not phoning is just spineless. Are they afraid I'm going to burst into tears or start shouting or something? Idiots. |
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Katja / Website (28.2.06 13:10) Feck. I hate that. |
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(28.2.06 13:16) Maybe the entire production team got sucked into a vortex? That's probably it. |
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(28.2.06 13:18) Well I hope it's a vortex full of excrement. A wormhole to Poo World. |
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(28.2.06 13:33) Something better will come along. |
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(28.2.06 14:04) Yes, oinker's right. And poo poo to them. POO. |
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(28.2.06 14:13) It's got to be the worst thing about working in media or the arts. Apart from people expecting you to shag them so you can work for them, of course. Scummy. But hey, at least you know they're twats now, rather than finding that out after you started working for them. |
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(1.3.06 10:08) Look on the brightside; perhaps they all died in a freak light aircraft explosion caused on takeoff by one of them unwisely deciding to ignore the ICAO ruling on mobile phone usage to confirm with you that you'd got the part? So really it's your own fault n'est pas?
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