How to Lose Any and All Credibility in One Easy Step
Show up late for your audition.
Seriously, the only thing worse would have been not showing up at all.
I had an audition today, in French, for a training video with the Department of National Defense. I was careful. I took the time to plan my route and allowed for a 25 minute buffer just to be sure. And then what do I do? I get off at the wrong bus stop because I can't seem to tell the difference between Queensway and Queensview.
When I realized my mistake, all 30 seconds after getting of the bus, it felt like someone opened my mouth and shoved a boulder down my throat. I was mortified!
I spent the next 30 minutes frantically speed walking looking for any good samaritan who could show me the way and basically tell me that I was not royally fucked. For the first time in 4 or 5 years I was hyperventilating. It seems I wasn't too far away from my destination, but because of the fences (with barbed wire I might add) around an OC Transpo bus depot (oh! the irony), I could not simply cross through, but had to walk around.
I arrived for my 12:30pm audition anywhere between 12:30 and 12:35pm. They had already moved on to the person who was to come after me. I was devasted, apologizing profusely, they let me know that it was ok, that this in no way reflected on my abilities.
Maybe not, but it sure as hell reflected on my professionalism (or seemingly lack thereof) as an actor. Just shoot me now because I might as well be dead to this production and any future ones that come along.
I wanted to cry in the waiting area. I could feel the water coming to my eyes and forced away. Deep breaths. There's no crying in the military. Or maybe that's baseball. Whatever. Don't cry or you'll need to fix your makeup and you just don't have time for that.
They let me audition and everything went very well. Unfortunately any woosh factor that might have occured was severely eclipsed by the feeling of disapproval I felt. Not coming from the auditioners in particular, but mostly from myself.
I also called my agent to apologize. Here she is working very hard to get me these auditions and I go and blow it on such a stupid move. Now if I don't get the part, I will never know if it was because I simply wasn't what they were looking for or because I wasted everybody's time. And in a business where time = money, you can afford to waste neither.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and beat myself up some more.
Seriously, the only thing worse would have been not showing up at all.
I had an audition today, in French, for a training video with the Department of National Defense. I was careful. I took the time to plan my route and allowed for a 25 minute buffer just to be sure. And then what do I do? I get off at the wrong bus stop because I can't seem to tell the difference between Queensway and Queensview.
When I realized my mistake, all 30 seconds after getting of the bus, it felt like someone opened my mouth and shoved a boulder down my throat. I was mortified!
I spent the next 30 minutes frantically speed walking looking for any good samaritan who could show me the way and basically tell me that I was not royally fucked. For the first time in 4 or 5 years I was hyperventilating. It seems I wasn't too far away from my destination, but because of the fences (with barbed wire I might add) around an OC Transpo bus depot (oh! the irony), I could not simply cross through, but had to walk around.
I arrived for my 12:30pm audition anywhere between 12:30 and 12:35pm. They had already moved on to the person who was to come after me. I was devasted, apologizing profusely, they let me know that it was ok, that this in no way reflected on my abilities.
Maybe not, but it sure as hell reflected on my professionalism (or seemingly lack thereof) as an actor. Just shoot me now because I might as well be dead to this production and any future ones that come along.
I wanted to cry in the waiting area. I could feel the water coming to my eyes and forced away. Deep breaths. There's no crying in the military. Or maybe that's baseball. Whatever. Don't cry or you'll need to fix your makeup and you just don't have time for that.
They let me audition and everything went very well. Unfortunately any woosh factor that might have occured was severely eclipsed by the feeling of disapproval I felt. Not coming from the auditioners in particular, but mostly from myself.
I also called my agent to apologize. Here she is working very hard to get me these auditions and I go and blow it on such a stupid move. Now if I don't get the part, I will never know if it was because I simply wasn't what they were looking for or because I wasted everybody's time. And in a business where time = money, you can afford to waste neither.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and beat myself up some more.
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