Double 6 Auditions
It was a weird coincidence, but I had two auditions in a row that used the number six in their working titles. Otherwise, they were totally unconnected.
The first was for a student film called Room 6, which was kind of a heist gone wrong that became a kidnap thriller. I was late. I was later than I’d ever been for an audition. Traffic was awful, the freeways were jammed, and I had to travel overland out to Santa Monica. Luckily for me, they didn’t care, and mentioned that most everybody had been late, and that they probably wouldn’t be doing any more mid-week afternoon auditions. Still, it was inexcusable, and I should have left an hour (!) earlier. I read for a weaselly con man, scared of my big, dangerous partner. The director & his AD were terrific guys, and had me read a scene from Snatch, complete with accent, which they liked a lot. We’ll see what happens.
The second was, in contrast, a mere mile from our house. It was titled Agent 6. I got to sleep in a bit, rolled out of bed an hour before the appointed time, and had a leisurely breakfast before a casual drive a few blocks over. Nice. I probably could have walked.
I was playing the part of a CIA agent, tied up and beaten by a thug who didn’t realize who I worked for. I read for the part in a warehouse full of film equipment, while my scene partner walked around me, pushing me as I panted and tried to get her to see reason. Lots of fun, that one.
Now, let’s never be late again.
