and away I go-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh!

[thehefner]

"There must be something about a near-death experience that just makes you want to grow a mullet."
- Customer to be at the comic shop during our discussion of Superman.

When you're in the mood I'm in today, mainly due to exhaustion and outdoor gloominess as well as a healthy dash of nostalgia and contemplation brought on by this whole bloody week, there's just some music you just don't wanna listen to. Examples I've learned today-

DON'T: The Piano soundtrack by Michael Nyman. This is pure, heart-racing obsession put to music.

DO: Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison. No explanation necessary, I hope.

I had an audition yesterday for Silver Spring Stage's Coyote on a Fence, and I must say this is the first time I ever left an audtion a bitter person. They had me waiting three and a half hours and I only got to read one scene before I had to head off to Merry Wives of Windsor. One fucking scene. And when I'm saying I need to go soon, can I read another scene now, they're all like, "No, no, that's fine, you can go."

Now, I wouldn't be so pissed if it weren't for the fact that I was sitting there reading the script and going, "Holy shit. I can do this. I could be awesome with this. This would be a huge, perfect chance to show everyone what I can really do." And they didn't even give me the chance to show them. Fuckers. I fucking know I could do that role and do it well. It'd be too easy for somebody else to just play that character like a stereotype or a two-dimensional evil manchild. It's not often that I feel this way about a role, to know I can do this and that it's exactly the sort of change of pace I'm looking for.

I ain't holding my breath for callbacks. Bah.

Comments

[aeonata.livejournal.com]

*hug* Theater life sucks sometimes. You find these roles and you know you could kick ass in them, and you read, and you KNOW that 1) you could have done better or 2) they aren't interested. And it can be for such silly reasons as "You're too short." One of the best singers I ever heard got turned down for the national tour of Les Miserables because she was only 5'2". And when I say turned down, I mean, they didn't even let her open her mouth. She walked in the door and they said "Thank you, please send in the next one." This is the part of the work that makes you want to hurl small animals from windows. All I can say is *hug* hang in there, and remember that the rejection isn't personal, it's just theatre.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

I am better prepared to deal with bullshit from professional theatre. And boy oh boy, how I do not revel in the prospect of going through this for years upon years.

*hugs back to fight back rising fury... rising... rising... fading... rising...*

[(Anonymous)]

also...Silver spring stage is a little...odd. even compared to the rudes.

[lonebear.livejournal.com]

authored by me

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was kinda gathering that. Still...

[findingjuliet.livejournal.com]

SS Stage auditions are the worst. Horribly organized, forever long and they don't usually give people more than one chance to read. I wish I had known you were going, I would have warned you.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

It was totally a last-minute thing, as I just found out about it after the Friday Merry Wives performance. Wish I'd known, but at least I was smart enough to bring a book.