When it rains...
Wow, there was some truly nasty weather last night in Southern California. Usually, a light drizzle is enough to send the whole city into a white hot panic, but last night was actually a rain storm. Heavy downpours and flooding all over the place. Of course, as luck would have it, I had one of my busiest days in months yesterday.
The day started off at my "day job" (ugh, I hate to use that term) and a meeting at 11:00. I had an 11:35 audition for a Wells Fargo commercial but luckily it was only 15 blocks away from where I work. I made the meeting, took my lunch and made the audition (and was even early for it). It was a fun little spot where I was going over my billing statement on my debit card and not recognizing any of the charges. I got to use some of my comedy and got a few chuckles out of the casting director, so mission accomplished. I've actually read for this CD a lot for commercial auditions and I enjoy it, because he's always loose and funny and just makes you feel really relaxed.
Then I head back to work and finish out my day, having to leave a bit early to head to North Hollywood for a 7:30 casting director workshop with one of the biggest film casting offices in town. I'd been very excited about this meeting for weeks now and there was no way in hell I was going to miss it.
I wove my way through the city streets and highways, trying to find any advantage to move forward in the parking lot-like traffic. In addition to the pouring rains and insane traffic I also realize I have a leak in my driver's side door. The entire hour and a half trip (it's usually a 30 minute drive, even with some traffic) was spent with the Chinese Water Torture being performed on my left shoulder. Thank God the trip wasn't any longer or I may have had the beginnings of a Grand Canyon being worn away on my arm.
I get to my destination and park two blocks away. I head out into the storm with no jacket or unmbrella (because sometimes I'm a genius) and bolt for the studio. I get trapped on the west side of the street because it's flooded and I have to wade through shin deep water to cross. I get to the studio and realize, "shit, I left my wallet in my car on the front seat".
So into the breach once more my friends...
No one can ever say I'm not passionate about my career.
After this whole ordeal I finally take a seat and start drying off some. The casting director was not in a good mood and seemed to be really pissed off about something. Great, after fighting through all of that and getting here on time and all, I'm faced with this. But then I figured, well I'm here might as well make the best of it and I don't know this woman. She could have had a really bad day and whatever mood she's in has nothing to do with me. After letting that go I felt a lot better.
I did my scene one on one with her and really nailed it. It was a scene from an episodic and had a touch of comedy in it. I got some good laughs (she even laughed) and felt like a king!
Then it was back out into the rain and the drive home...I think I'm still drying out.
The show in San Diego this weekend ROCKED and I've got some weirdness surrounding my friends, a reality TV show and a house full of pizza to share this week as well. So expect more postings soon...
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