I don’t have much to say about this one, except that I was a bit late due to, not one, but two accidents on the 5 that had been cleared, but still had the residual slow traffic remaining. Still, it was easy to get in and out of Cal Arts, and the director turned out to be a transferred Scot. It’s always fun if I feel comfortable enough to throw the director’s accent back at him/her.
He had me do the sides three times, slightly differently each time. I was playing a guy at dinner with his parents, shocked to find out they planned to forgo my paid-for European vacation to visit a nudist colony. Good times.
It’s a lot of effort to drive thirty miles away just to sit in a room with a director for five minutes, but as long as I view them as a mini-performance I can justify the fuel expense and preparation time. As long as I’m logging auditions, I have a chance at booking something big. Or, better yet, something paid.
