Nightmares & Bloated Equus: Another Day at Law & Order
It's amazing how much one can stress over three lines. I mean, to the point of tossing and turning at night, not eating one's brilliantly vegan leftovers, even dreaming of bizarre things like being attacked by living bottles of Pepto Bismol.
I had my fourth Law & Order audition today. It was for the guest starring "chick who gets killed" role, and there were literally three lines. Now, the backstory of the chick essentially encompassed setting up the "good guy" with her wily sexy chick-like ways and pretending to be drunk so the good guy goes hero and gets himself shot. Thus, I had to go into the Chelsea Piers office today, and in front of six producers, the director, two interns and the head casting director (I'm weird with numbers, I count things... incessantly), "pretend" to be drunk and ocular-screw the (female) reader.
A terrible amount of fun, really.
It was one of the fastest and most (hopefully) effective auditions I've ever had. I felt good about this one -- I connected with the reader, made some nice moments, etcetera. However -- it was just so unbelievably QUICK that after I exited I felt a bit disconcerted. I only read through the copy once. Everyone nodded, with seeming acceptance and I got both murmured "Good," and "Yeah, she was very good..." as I was leaving the room.
But who knows what comments like that mean any more...
Regardless, I felt like it was a solid, decently strong audition. I'd just love to BOOK something so I could make my hardworking manager some money one of these days.
On another note, my entire family is in town... again. Even though this puts a bloated, unmovable cow in the middle of my traintracks, so to speak -- at least I'll get another 20 pages of screenplay material in the next four days.
Time to pull out the hard stuff...
-- Ashley Avis