Close but No Chocolate : Uncovering Your "Type"

I saw a breakdown come out the other day, for a major casting office and an even more major (network!) show.  My heart leaped with actory excitement -- not only was there a role that [I thought] was perfect for me, but I'd been in front of this tough casting director several times before to wonderful feedback.  I could feel myself beginning to fixate, like I sometimes do, on certain breakdowns and projects that I get professionally obsessed with.  I mentally willed the casting director to call me in.

About nineteen beverages consisting of coffee, wine, and carrot juice (and much pacing) went by.  And for all my valiantly attempted telekinesis, the audition never happened.  Why?  After waiting a few days without word and finally breaking and calling the manager... I set out to find out what went wrong. 

Now, having been in this business for quite awhile now, I naturally pre-realized the billion factors that may have come into play.  May have someone in mind, may be courting a star for such a large role, etc.  However, this role seemed to be my type to a tee -- physically, personality-wise, etc... and I had already proven myself in that casting office and had tangible feedback to show it. 

And with all of these variants swishing about my Curiosity bag, I made the call to my manager.

Greeting me in her sing-song character-esque Snow White voice (always a great pick-me-up, even when I'm down), we play catch-up and talk about the past week's auditions before I carefully inquire about this particular project.  I knew she'd pitched me for it, so I didn't want to be the annoying actor that whines about not getting auditions, but for the reasons listed above I felt there was definitely merit for a "wondering aloud" inquiry.

"He said he loves you", my manager began, "but that this wasn't right for you.  He said not to worry, that he'll call you in as soon as something comes along that's right."

And for all the build-up, all the coffee drinking, all the scared-to-ask-for-fear-of-pestering, that was it.  That was the answer.  And it just goes to show that there are so many factors in this crazy process... from the invasion of film-stars to TV, to the changing of type at the last minute (and left out of the original breakdown), to having actors pocketed and in mind already, to plotting conspiracy theories to fly to to moon... who knows. 

I find that I get frustrated in situations like these, so I thought I'd share one that has a grand amount of elements that lined up -- but still, no cheese.  Or is it chocolate?  Regardless.  I may have not gotten the role, but I do have a dollar to go down to the corner deli and buy some Godiva.

Life's not so bad after all.

Now wanting to watch a Disney movie, Ashley Avis