The Barzhini casting call a week or so ago was a first for me. I have never done any acting except for in high school and even then, not in an actual production, just an "easy A" class. Or so I thought. Acting is not easy (at least not for me! Lesson #1 re-learned for the day). Neither is modeling, which requires a lot of acting. It can't matter if you're exhausted/ hormonal/swamped with work/dealing with relationship issues/dealing with a naughty, but adorable five-year-old at home who flatly REFUSES to go to bed before 2 am, etc. On camera you need to be whatever the photographer (or director, I suppose) envisions for the project, i.e. most likely the opposite of whatever you are at the moment.
The day of the audition I was perfectly happy and I'm sure it showed. I hear I smile a lot. I was handed a monologue to cold-read from and told I could read it over first. I did, but only enough to get the basic gist--I was reading something having to do with a parent and child in a crowd. I really should have read a bit more! (Lesson #2 for the day). I gave the camera my best smile and read with feeling. Halfway through, it dawned on me that I was reading about the Holocaust. So, smiling was probably not the way to go. Oops. I felt utter despair was a little too much of a jump from happy-go-lucky to attempt mid-sentence, so I opted for "grave concern."
Yesterday I received my part for the commercial. I am "Janet," a businesswoman who smiles too much and whose emotions seem forced. I have a suspicion the part may have been written just for me. :)
Tomorrow I have another casting call in Denver for another commercial with a different company. I have to prepare a monologue. As I have no aspirations (delusions) of Broadway, I think this time I'll go with something, well,... lighthearted.
I just wrote my first not-so-glowing report for Examiner.com. It's not that I don't like Cambria Suties, I do--the value is fantastic and how many budget hotels have nice decor? That matters to me! I just felt I needed to mention the fact that the rooms are the same, everywhere. Now why would they do that? Surely, they see the allure of a little variety? Hopefully I didn't hurt any feelings or get myself banned for life...
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If you have any comments or story suggestions (for travel writing. I have enough for my life), please write to me at redwriteandedit@hotmail.com. I would love to hear from you!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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