I went on my second official audition yesterday since being back in Los Angeles (I had one when I first moved back, the Casting Director called me for it, I then had several others that I could not make because I was in Chicago for a week, and then a few this week).

This is for a film with the working title, “Death House”.  I left my apartment early because I needed to stop at my personal mail box (my dream books came in as well as a CD– ‘Once’ from the motion picture and the DVD ‘He’s Just Not that into You”).  I had left my apartment plenty early, because you can never exactly tell how LA traffic will be or parking.  After running all my errands, I was still 50 minutes early to my audition… it is never good to be too early, and it is horrible to be late, so I just waited in my car until I had 20 minutes till my audition time, which was 2:50.

The role called for a female in her early 20’s that had blonde hair and was naturally pretty.  They did not want a lot of makeup or stylish clothing.  As I had waited in my car, I saw several blonde girls pass by with a TON of makeup and sexy, stylish clothes and I am thinking… did they not read the casting call, are you kidding me?  I also notice other actors walking by, a few guys and a few females (other than blondes), so obviously there is another casting going on as well.  When 2:30 finally arrived, I headed into the studio and signed in.  I asked another blonde girl if there was a restroom and she pointed me down the hall, I have to pee sooooo bad!

As I am coming out of the bathroom, ANOTHER blonde girl is walking in, dressed up with makeup… hmm.  I go back into the lobby and I start to chat with the blonde girl that told me where the bathroom was.  She was incredibly sweet and filled me in on the script (she purchased it off line for $10, I decided to wait till I got the role) and what happens before and after each scene (we are all reading two scenes).  Another girl comes in, this one brunette (with a really pretty dress on might I add) and sits down next to me and the blonde girl.  She starts to chat away about her audition (apparently the other audition is for a music video where they need a male and female to play a ‘marionette’ doll and that’s why all these girls are caked with makeup and dressed up… ahh).

Me and my new blonde friend were laughing at how we get auditions for the ‘sexy’ girl, but neither of us really know how to be sexy, it turns more into funny than sexy.  We both seem to play ‘the girl next door’ quite often.

We must have waited out in the lobby for a good half an hour before the last girl comes out from her audition, DANG!  Either she was freakin’ awesome and they had her improv the whole script, or she was so horrible that they had to keep on directing her to do other things (but at that point, I believe they just let you leave).  My new blonde friend went in next (then me).  She was in there for a good ten minutes I would say, which is fine, because that is what our time frames were… 10 minutes.  She smiled at me as she walked out and wished me luck.

My turn!  I walked in, the Assistant CD (casting director) was super sweet and extremely helpful AND she also read with me; she gave me something to actually play off of which is nice.  As I walked into the room, the CD shook my hand (handsome guy, looks like he should be out of a country music video) and gave me a huge smile, which I obviously returned (my character is supposed to have a smile that will get her out of any speeding ticket).  They checked out my resume, sounded impressed and then asked me a few questions about the scene, told me a few things about the scene, and then the scene.  I only did each scene once… I was kind of shocked, usually you do it, they adjust you and then you do it again.  Neither had any notes for me, except smiles of – that was a great reading.  Hmm??? Reading??? Great???  On to the next scene.  The assistant filled me in on some info, gave me a piece of advice for the monologue and we were off.  After that scene, again they said great reading, they loved that I am directable because I took the note and used it, but also did it in my own way, which they liked.   They thanked me for coming in (as did I) and then they said something that caught me off guard, “You did a great job!”  “Yeah, don’t worry about your audition at all, it was great.” “Yes, you have nothing to worry about.”  Um… ok?!  I wasn’t worried, but know I am wondering if I should be?  

Whatever, I walked out the door, audition over and done with, forgotten (just as any actor should do).