Yesterday, we wrapped on the student film I was working on. I also last minute filled a small part in the movie I had initially auditioned for. I played a basketball stud, and hopefully they’ll use the shot where I make an awesome basket so I can put it in my reel. (See, Casting Directors? I really can play basketball! Just like it says on my resume!) I had a good time working on those projects, and met some cool people, so hopefully we’ll all keep in touch and the finished product will look good.
I’ve had a few more auditions, but Sienna and I both found that we’re in a bit of a dry spell. Hopefully one that is natural and will pass. But I had one at the New York Film Academy at 6:15, and I was not about to go in the midst of traffic and take an hour to get there. So I went insanely early and brought a book. A student director guy who was sitting next to me in the waiting room was so impressed by my earliness that he took a headshot and resume from me, and when I was leaving, bid me farewell by saying, “I look forward to working with you!” So it was not wasted time. And to think, I almost blew that audition off because it was for the role of a 12 year old! I trussed myself up as young as I could look, which is about 16, and went and did my thing, anyway. They started auditions at 5, and let me go first, which was nice. But while I was waiting, I was sitting next to a girl who had come to the audition with her mom. She turns to me and asks, “How old are you?”
“Over 18. How old are you?”
Yeah… that sounds about right.
But the audition went great. They loved me, and kept me longer to chat after they gave me my adjustment, and asked how old I was and seemed shocked at the answer. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get the part, despite how impressed they were with my audition. I had the same experience with the New York Film Academy before. I nailed the audition - speculation based on the responses I received from the director, etc. - and didn’t even get a callback. But good exposure. As Dad says, I’m auditioning for my career, not the role.
Otherwise, still jobless. My room is at last unpacked. I have a mattress and a dresser - which I built all by myself. It took an insanely long time to build, because I didn’t have the right tools. For a long time, I was using a penny, which became destroyed, to screw things in, and then I upgraded to an L-shaped bracket thing, and with about six screws left, I finally got the right kind of screw driver. I also bought a desk from a nice girl on CraigsList which I had to completely disassemble and reassemble, because she had built it wrong (and for some reason couldn’t figure out why some parts didn’t fit…) but that time I had the right tools, so it was a breeze. I felt very accomplished.
I found some difficulty in decoration, but I managed to power through. Etiquette of decor changes when you’re an adult, and now I’m out of college, I have no title other than “adult”. I was a “student” before… If I was in grad school, I could still at least be a “student”. But now I’m just… living. And I find that I’m not allowed to put pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio and Ryan Reynolds on my wall anymore. What if I bring home Ryan Reynolds, only to find that he’s staring at himself on the walls of my room? That would just be embarrassing. When I shared this with Sienna, she said, “And yet, you have no qualms with having a pile of stuffed animals on your bed.”
Yeah… that sounds about right.