You Can't Have It All

As a middle child, I fear missing out on things:  hang with the younger and you might miss out on the adventure of the older, or hang with the older and you might miss the easy comfort of the younger. 

I've been Netflixing British films (I could only tolerate 3 minutes of Brittany Murphy's stupendously horrible accent in Love & Other Disasters - what happened to her, anyway?  She was so deliciously dark and kooky in Clueless and Freeway!) - trying to psych myself up.  The more I do lean towards taking the class, the more I do feel like my reluctance is a fear of money (although as a pal just said, "When you have the money, you don't have the time, and when you have the time, you don't have the money"), and my fear of missing out.  Because if I go, I could miss out on theatre gigs (I've already been horribly lax in submitting myself for stuff and haven't been on a theatrical audition in almost a month) and an actual, non-working vacation, but if I don't go I could be missing out on a rare opportunity.

So, I'm still deciding.

Aside from that, a friend pointed out an interesting article in the Times regarding that political commercial audition I had a bad feeling about.   From the way the spot is described (granted - it's one man's opinion), it seems to be what I was afraid of.  Glad I didn't put myself in the line of fire. 

Speaking of commercials... Since booking that commercial that shoots in Boston, I've only received one call, and it was from wardrobe.  Hello!  If you want me to travel out of the city - hell, even if there was no travel - you need to give me a little warning, you know?  I do have a job, plus there are other auditions, etc.  I'm starting to get cranky about commercials - which I should not be; I should be grateful and enjoy them - because the more I do them, the more I feel like production chattel that folks just assume has no feelings or life of it's own.

I'm a person:  If you cut me - I bleed, and if you show me a Visa Olympics commercial - I cry.

Time to place a call to my agent and see if together we can get the information ball rolling...

Lastly, someone I previously auditioned for asked me to come in for his next play - a famous comedy that I'd be great in.  However, rehearsals for this one are in the Bronx, which is a looong way from my home in Brooklyn.  I believe his projects do pay a stipend, and it is a great role... but... my last experience with this person led to frustration.  Plus, would I be willing to miss out on one or both of my (possible) trips for the role, if I needed to?

What to do, what to do... 

--Susan Atwood

Comments

[Justine]

Funny, I just submitted my p & r for a play that is rehearsing in the Bronx too. Might even be the same one. I wondered too if I would want to make that trek. (I've never been in the Bronx at all)