I’ve been feeling in a bit of a funk lately. No matter how good I feel I am doing in the audition room, it doesn’t seem to go anywhere. One audition was so confidence-stripping, that I haven’t been able to bring myself to audition for a few weeks.
I recently attended one of the Access to Agents auditions that Equity holds a few times a year. I eagerly arrived at 6am that morning, thinking that I’d be the first one in line. Wrong. I was greeted by at least 25 other actors who had dragged their sorry butts out of bed before the sun rose. After a few hours of reconnecting with the dirty NYC sidewalk, I was so excited to sign up for my audition appointment more than twelve hours later that evening.
I was feeling really great. Really excited to show of my stuff for a few agents in town. As I walked in the room and gave them a hello, I received…nothing. Not even a head not, not even a murmur of recognition back. No, “What are you going to sing for us today, Brittany?” Nada. I would have welcomed even a burp to acknowledge that I was alive.