Because I have been in an acting rut, I went to an open call last night. Normally wouldn't go unless it's for something fabulous that I am more than perfect for. And even then I'd rather mail the theatre or CD directly and request an appointment. But anywho, there I was, elbowing dozens of twenty-something Caucasian brunettes in cute shoes, hoping to scrawl my name on a piece of crinkled notebook paper before it filled up.
The monitor was kind enough to transpose all the names from the "unofficial" list to the "official " list, himself. And, to avoid a second wave rushing the defenseless clipboard, he read the new order aloud. I stayed seated on the little square of hallway floor I had staked out for myself, figuring that everyone would be courteously silent (or relatively so) until all the names were read.
Not so! These two girls standing above me started talking at full voice just after their names were read. "Excuse me," I whispered and pointed to the ear I had cocked in the direction of the monitor. Was that annoyance I saw in their eyes? I do believe it was since my plea only silenced them for all of three seconds before they started in again.
"SHHHH!" As soon as the sound escaped my lips I think I entered into shock. Did I just shush someone? I hate shushing! In the movies, in the library, at a play… no way. It's more annoying than the actually talking. But there I was. Rankled enough to shush.
Naturally they looked at me like I was crazy then moved further down the hall… where they once again continued aloud. In an echo-y hall. But I was too mortified to request their silence again. I did manage to hear my name and 3 and a half hours later I was auditioning.
Not bad for an open call. Except for that shushing thing.