Somebody Knows Me, But Not Well
03/26/04 Filed in: Balderdash
I had an audition last night for a short play for an
upcoming festival at the American Globe Theatre here
in New York. The director, a young woman from the NYU
Writer's Project, called me and asked that I come in
to read for one of two roles in the play, the other
role having already been cast.
I arrived at about 7:30 pm at the appointed location. I was given the script to look over; and since it was a short play, I was able to read it through three times before my session with the director and playwright. The role called for a British accent, and they had me do it both with and without the accent. I felt that I read very well, and both of the auditors seemed happy with my interpretation, but...
When I first read the play, I noted that the role I was reading for was described as 'an intelligent, charming, handsome man, about 60 years old'. Um. "That can't be right," I think. "I'm not sixty. I'm not even close to sixty! I mean, I'm closer to sixty that I am to 20, but...Maybe they want me for the other role..."'a shirtless, gym-toned young man of 23'. Hmm. Nope.
I tend to put blinders on when I'm at a call, so I hadn't really noticed the other guys there. After I read through the piece once, though, I looked at the man sitting a few chairs away on my right, and the fellow sitting next to him. Distinguished looking chaps, both. And both clearly in their 60's. And as I was called into the room, another 60-ish fellow signed in for his turn.
After my reading, I asked the director how she came to call me in. I figured maybe it came from the Theatrical Department of my Commercial Agency, since I have no theatrical agents of my own at the moment. She said I'd been recommended by X (a name I'd never heard). "X? I don't know who that is." Oh, she says,well he got a recommendation from Y. (another name I'd never heard). "I don't know her either!" We three had a good small chuckle at that. I thanked them and took my leave.
Somebody is keeping an eye out for me, for which I am grateful. But that somebody thinks I'm sixty.
I don't think I'll be offered the role.
I arrived at about 7:30 pm at the appointed location. I was given the script to look over; and since it was a short play, I was able to read it through three times before my session with the director and playwright. The role called for a British accent, and they had me do it both with and without the accent. I felt that I read very well, and both of the auditors seemed happy with my interpretation, but...
When I first read the play, I noted that the role I was reading for was described as 'an intelligent, charming, handsome man, about 60 years old'. Um. "That can't be right," I think. "I'm not sixty. I'm not even close to sixty! I mean, I'm closer to sixty that I am to 20, but...Maybe they want me for the other role..."'a shirtless, gym-toned young man of 23'. Hmm. Nope.
I tend to put blinders on when I'm at a call, so I hadn't really noticed the other guys there. After I read through the piece once, though, I looked at the man sitting a few chairs away on my right, and the fellow sitting next to him. Distinguished looking chaps, both. And both clearly in their 60's. And as I was called into the room, another 60-ish fellow signed in for his turn.
After my reading, I asked the director how she came to call me in. I figured maybe it came from the Theatrical Department of my Commercial Agency, since I have no theatrical agents of my own at the moment. She said I'd been recommended by X (a name I'd never heard). "X? I don't know who that is." Oh, she says,well he got a recommendation from Y. (another name I'd never heard). "I don't know her either!" We three had a good small chuckle at that. I thanked them and took my leave.
Somebody is keeping an eye out for me, for which I am grateful. But that somebody thinks I'm sixty.
I don't think I'll be offered the role.
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