And, Go...Paranoia Ensues
I had lunch with two very good friends today. Yep, still fulfilling my friendly duties like it's going out of style. "Lost" finale party last night (John Locke is dead?!?), "Sex and the City" extravaganza tonight (heels are on, baby!), wedding Saturday night, a friend's one woman show on Sunday night. Apparently my generosity knows no bound-aries this month. But seriously, I can't keep up this pace--and neither can my wallet.
One of the friends I had lunch with is also an actor and she has been a super uber successful commercial girl for well over a year now. I mean seriously, I can't turn on the TV without seeing her face and I squeal every time. I love it. Imagine my surprise when she said she had to cut lunch short because she had landed her first commercial audition appointment in over a month. My jaw dropped since I assumed she always had auditions. I confessed that I had not been out in a month either! We both said: I assumed my agent was going to drop me. "You?" She said. "You?" I said. No way! And we both had to admit that we felt like our track record was good and that we were a bit paranoid to expend so much energy trying to figure out what we had done to fall out of good graces with our agents. We were additionally flummoxed because we had done a huge commercial CD mailing four weeks ago. "Did they find our mailings annoying?" we wondered. Misery loves company.
You know, it's probably just slow. Or slow for our type. That's probably it, we decided.
Still, it's interesting that we don't trust that our agents have our best interests at heart--or that if they were at least questioning our skills, that we just assumed there wouldn't be an attempt to suggest a class or something before callously dumping us. Why oh why do we obsess about such things? Honestly, pretty much everybody gets dumped by an agent at some point, and it's certainly not a death sentence or a career killer; just a small glitch in the master plan.
Bad head! Bad head! Pass me some more french fries and give me my fill of Carrie Bradshaw. This is the very reason I'm on a break! Man, I'm hard to please.