All done. Lets us speak now of auditions.
An upleasant process from either side of the table, if one were to ask my opinion. Or read my blog and have it forced upon you. Soon I shall have to do contrasting monologues to try and earn a place in the cast of Three Musketeers (coming to a Calgary stage in March of '07). When pondering this, it occured to me that while I have certainly acted in more shows than I haven't the last couple of seasons, it's been a long, long time since I've actually had to earn a role.
The part of playwright Phil Payton, who appeared in both Two Guys, a Couch and the Fate of the World and U-Boat of the Soul I landed through a power play. I'm not particularly proud of that, despite being pretty darn good in that role.
Heracles and Quarter Century I ended up in because somebody left.
But there are three parts I'm rather fond of. So now I need to scout around, find monologues, and ignore the fact that the panel happen to be close friends and put my back into it. Because the best way to blow these things is to get cocky, assume they'll cut you some slack, and half-ass the audition. Seen it happen too many times to do it myself.
"What's really sad is that during her vulnerable mental state, none of her friends are messing with her head."
Frank Rossitano
Talkin' about Smallville for a second.
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And nice comment, btw. To summarize, you're essesentially saying "That's nice, where's the next one," minus the nice thing. The love runs so thick and hot it's a little embarassing. Might want to turn that down to a 6.
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