Climbing Uphill
Today....sucked.
Thank you.
Today was a red letter day for sucking at auditions. I bombed three of them. I was so out of it.
However, today did teach me that I am no longer going to schedule auditions back to back with less than one hour in between each one because it does not help me. Especially when I am dressed up, but am running up and down streets and across avenues in the summer heat/humidity with random showers popping up here and there.
Had an audition at 10:10. Got there at 9:50. No one was there. Odd.
10:19 rolled around. My next audition was at 10:55 9 blocks down and two avenues east. Thankfully, the monitor showed up, and I asked to come back later.
No problem. Right?
I get to the second audition, which lasted all of 10 seconds and think that I royally screwed myself. I must have some mental block with TV/Film auditions. I either don't get it or am just confused as to what to do. I am never in a room long enough to figure it out because those auditions just ZIP by.
I get back to the first audition. The accompanist is not there yet. I have another audition at 12:35 18 blocks uptown and one avenue west. I ask to come back later.
I get to the third audition with plenty of time. I think I nail it but I have no idea because I think my face started twitching. So for all I know, I came across like a stroke victim.
I rush back to the first audition and get seen. I think, but am not sure, that I sang the first half of my song in a completely different key. I know the second half was spot on. But somehow, the first part felt completely wrong. Now for someone who has relative pitch, it is somewhat difficult to catch me off key or off note. But somehow my brain left me.
Then, and a lesson for all those who might read this, I get asked for a monologue on the spot. Thank GOD I have three that I have memorized and keep in my back pocket at all times. I start the monologue and realize four words into it that I may very well not even remember it since the last time I did it was about 10 months ago. I start panicking internally and manage to pull out all the words. However, I think I came across like a nutjob.
You know that is your song and monologue are funny and no one in the room laughs that you are doing something VERY wrong.
And so I came home, wallowed for a little bit, and just moved on...as best as I could. Of all the auditions I have had in the last year and four months, this is probably the third time I have felt like I bombed an audition. Of course, being an anal perfectionist, this does not sit well with me, but I gotta learn somehow.
Thank you.
Today was a red letter day for sucking at auditions. I bombed three of them. I was so out of it.
However, today did teach me that I am no longer going to schedule auditions back to back with less than one hour in between each one because it does not help me. Especially when I am dressed up, but am running up and down streets and across avenues in the summer heat/humidity with random showers popping up here and there.
Had an audition at 10:10. Got there at 9:50. No one was there. Odd.
10:19 rolled around. My next audition was at 10:55 9 blocks down and two avenues east. Thankfully, the monitor showed up, and I asked to come back later.
No problem. Right?
I get to the second audition, which lasted all of 10 seconds and think that I royally screwed myself. I must have some mental block with TV/Film auditions. I either don't get it or am just confused as to what to do. I am never in a room long enough to figure it out because those auditions just ZIP by.
I get back to the first audition. The accompanist is not there yet. I have another audition at 12:35 18 blocks uptown and one avenue west. I ask to come back later.
I get to the third audition with plenty of time. I think I nail it but I have no idea because I think my face started twitching. So for all I know, I came across like a stroke victim.
I rush back to the first audition and get seen. I think, but am not sure, that I sang the first half of my song in a completely different key. I know the second half was spot on. But somehow, the first part felt completely wrong. Now for someone who has relative pitch, it is somewhat difficult to catch me off key or off note. But somehow my brain left me.
Then, and a lesson for all those who might read this, I get asked for a monologue on the spot. Thank GOD I have three that I have memorized and keep in my back pocket at all times. I start the monologue and realize four words into it that I may very well not even remember it since the last time I did it was about 10 months ago. I start panicking internally and manage to pull out all the words. However, I think I came across like a nutjob.
You know that is your song and monologue are funny and no one in the room laughs that you are doing something VERY wrong.
And so I came home, wallowed for a little bit, and just moved on...as best as I could. Of all the auditions I have had in the last year and four months, this is probably the third time I have felt like I bombed an audition. Of course, being an anal perfectionist, this does not sit well with me, but I gotta learn somehow.
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