thewildcard
I'm in this for the ice cream.
nycI am sick of auditioning. Sick!
The great thing about being an actress in NY is that there are always so many auditions. The rough thing is that there are always so many auditions.
Whenever I'm not working and not about to die (for one reason or another), I check the AEA website and go to whatever's going that day. Actually, for about a month now, I plan it all out ahead on Sunday--which is also my day for sending gratuitous postcards--on a big piece of printer paper.
I have been doing the regular audition circuit for about. . .four or five months.
Free time? What's that? Free time, unless it's the wee hours of the morning or I've already been to the auditions that day, is WORK time.
People do quit. People move back to Kansas. People become lifer-waiters and make plenty of money and don't spend it all on postage and audition hoohah. People go to grad school and become something else.
Why do I hang on? Well, callbacks keep coming, and that makes me feel like I'm getting somewhere. The Equity monitors all know me now. Some of the casting directors are showing a flicker or recognition in their eyes.
I guess I haven't lost hope yet. BUT I GET WHY PEOPLE DO.
When you walk out of your last audition of the day, even if the first two were business as usual, and you get the wrong look from the casting director. . .well, it's no way to live. Sitting in a waiting room all day on my off-days is no way to live. Taking good care of yourself ALL THE TIME so you don't chip the paint, so to speak, or wreck your voice or figure or face, when you are sans specialists like chefs and trainers and such is. . .well. . .that's probably how one ought to live, but I'm sick of it!! I'd like to not feel guilty about throwing my voice out at a party or sleeping through possible auditions because I had a night of beautiful insomnia.
Oh, this is so boring and I am spoiled. Rant over. I just need more sleep. Nothing insurmountable here. I'd better go to bed; two auditions tomorrow.
I'm just going to keep on trucking until the law of averages tips the scale in my favor. I mean, I'm reasonably talented; talented enough for practical purposes, certainly, so there must be a finite number of auditions I can go to before ACCIDENTALLY landing a role. Right? Or something? I mean, the number might be in the 10,000's, but the finite-ness is encouraging.
The great thing about being an actress in NY is that there are always so many auditions. The rough thing is that there are always so many auditions.
Whenever I'm not working and not about to die (for one reason or another), I check the AEA website and go to whatever's going that day. Actually, for about a month now, I plan it all out ahead on Sunday--which is also my day for sending gratuitous postcards--on a big piece of printer paper.
I have been doing the regular audition circuit for about. . .four or five months.
Free time? What's that? Free time, unless it's the wee hours of the morning or I've already been to the auditions that day, is WORK time.
People do quit. People move back to Kansas. People become lifer-waiters and make plenty of money and don't spend it all on postage and audition hoohah. People go to grad school and become something else.
Why do I hang on? Well, callbacks keep coming, and that makes me feel like I'm getting somewhere. The Equity monitors all know me now. Some of the casting directors are showing a flicker or recognition in their eyes.
I guess I haven't lost hope yet. BUT I GET WHY PEOPLE DO.
When you walk out of your last audition of the day, even if the first two were business as usual, and you get the wrong look from the casting director. . .well, it's no way to live. Sitting in a waiting room all day on my off-days is no way to live. Taking good care of yourself ALL THE TIME so you don't chip the paint, so to speak, or wreck your voice or figure or face, when you are sans specialists like chefs and trainers and such is. . .well. . .that's probably how one ought to live, but I'm sick of it!! I'd like to not feel guilty about throwing my voice out at a party or sleeping through possible auditions because I had a night of beautiful insomnia.
Oh, this is so boring and I am spoiled. Rant over. I just need more sleep. Nothing insurmountable here. I'd better go to bed; two auditions tomorrow.
I'm just going to keep on trucking until the law of averages tips the scale in my favor. I mean, I'm reasonably talented; talented enough for practical purposes, certainly, so there must be a finite number of auditions I can go to before ACCIDENTALLY landing a role. Right? Or something? I mean, the number might be in the 10,000's, but the finite-ness is encouraging.
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