Acting is all about honesty. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.
My audition was scheduled for 1.40pm. At 2pm I still had not gone in and there were three other blondes waiting with me, looking nervous and eager and far better suited for the role than I did. At 2.10pm the casting director asked if any of us were in a hurry. I had seen them checking their watches and tapping their feet and drumming their fingers. Of course they were in a hurry. Of course they had somewhere else they had to be. It’s not like sitting in a waiting room to audition for a non-speaking role in a local television commercial pays the rent.
“No. I’m fine,” they all giggled through plastered smiles.
“Actually, I do have to get back to work soon.” As I said it I could feel the other blondes settle into the uncomfortable plastic chairs triumphantly thinking one less person to compete with; one step closer to nailing the gig. I suddenly felt like I was a strategically-challenged character from The Hunger Games. I felt sure that if that casting director had asked them to tear me from limb to limb they would have done it without hesitation.
“Always say yes. A casting director likes a can-do attitude,” an over-paid, washed up film and TV “acting tutor” once preached to a class of young, wannabe actors. I was one of the wannabes – sitting there, soaking it all in because, well, this tutor had been a star on some now defunct Australian television series so they would know, right?
“They ask if you can ride a horse, you say yes. You just say yes,” he declared between name-dropping and performing excerpts from the show. The class scribbled down his wise-words.
“Isn’t that dangerous?” I asked and all the wannabes stared at me, wide-eyed, not understanding how I could question the oracle who had once been nominated for a Most Popular New Talent TV Week Logie Award. “I mean, if you don’t know how to ride a horse and pretend you can, you could break your neck -”
“It’s not pretending – it’s acting,” one of the wannabes informed me. (I am sure she is probably huge in L.A. now.)
The washed-up tutor looked at me sadly and shook his head of wonderful hair. “You just say yes. OK? To everything. Just say yes. They can work out the logistics later.”
I am always reminded of this brilliant class as I wait for castings and watch the actors respond to any request with this amazing level of enthusiasm that I, personally, would think better suited to winning the lottery or being given a puppy or meeting your long-lost sister for the first time: Can you fill out this form? Can I take your photo now? Are you available for the shoot dates? Have you done a commercial for a similar brand? Can you smack your head against this wall?
There are so many people out there who think they want to be actors (I propose that many of them don’t actually want to be actors; they want to be famous, which is a completely different career choice) that the competition for even a non-speaking role in a pretty ordinary television commercial is fierce and brutal. Because, as all actors are told, “you never know” … that pretty ordinary television commercial could be the Turning Point, the Moment of Discovery, your one chance like Meg Ryan in a Burger King commercial. You just don’t know where this seemingly crappy commercial could lead you. So, we are told, you can’t give the casting director any reason not to consider you for the role.
“So, what’s the latest you could stay around for?” The casting director asked me. “Like five minutes? Ten? Honestly, tell me honestly.”
Honestly? Honestly? Honestly my audition was scheduled for 1.40pm it is now 2.10pm. 2.10pm. Honestly I should have finished the audition and been about to sit back at my desk, back at my boring, soul-destroying, monotonous job any minute now …
I could feel the competition waiting for the casting director to lecture me about the importance of an actor being flexible and available and willing. Waiting for me to leave. Waiting for their moment. Waiting for their big break.
“I can wait. I’ll let my boss know. It’ll be fine,” I smiled through a plastered smile.
It wasn’t like I was lying about my ability to ride a horse or something could actually be dangerous.
“You sure?” Could this casting director see through me? Was my acting this bad?
“Yeah, yeah. I’m happy to be away from my desk to be honest,” and I meant it. That bit was true.
She smiled. I smiled. The competition pretended to smile.
And I waited.
I didn’t get the gig.
7 thoughts on “Thoughts from the waiting room, again …”
So frustrating, I can imagine. You just keep plugging away!!
Ah, yes, but it gives me some good material!
I think you could build & write a whole new play on this storyline,
You could be on to something there George!
What’s your boring day job though? I am a software engineer and my job isn’t exactly very exciting, either. I’ve been trying to be a poet for 2 months at night. You can come to my blog to see if that’s exciting for you. Acting isn’t bad as a career. While fame is annoying, having hundreds of millions in your pocket in your mid-20’s, ready to retire at any time, does appeal to many.
Just some admin work to pay the bills I am afraid. It isn’t so bad. And at least I have time for the things I love doing! I will check out your blog – keep going with your poetry too. Thanks for stopping by.
I know it’s midnight over there in Australia during my lunch hour in Canada. I will read your new story tonight. It looks interesting. I wasn’t aware that you can churn out a short story within few hours just like that. Your productivity is impressive. Have a good night.