Wet Feet
11/19/03 Filed in: Balderdash
Attended a call today for an out of town gig in
Florida. The nature of such calls entails arising at
an ungodly hour and standing with many other hopefuls
on the street outside the venue, until such time as
they deign to open the doors and let you in to wait
some more. I don't really mind this process much,
particularly when I have the fully packed iPod with
me. But this morning, it was raining. Hard. And
though I was dressed for it, and umbrella'd, I still
was drenched long before I was allowed inside. I
carry an extra pair of socks with me, and 'good'
shoes, so by the time I actually auditioned, I was
reasonably dry and my feet didn't squeak...
After this, I headed downtown for a "Go See": A photo call for a sports shoe maker. Naturally, they wanted to photograph my bare feet. Or rather, everybody's feet. There were about 100 people in the room, most shoeless, and more arriving by the minute. I was told they were looking for "Feet with personality". 'K...The woman ahead of me, in her sixties, I'd guess, had both the top and bottom of her left foot photographed. Her feet had personality. My left foot was apparently not so photogenic, as they only shot the top of it. As I was leaving, I ran into a friend of mine. This woman, a former ballet dancer who certainly must have personable feet said to me: "What're you doing here? You probably have leading man feet!"
Flattered, or at least comforted that something about me was leading mannish, I trudged back out into the rain, my extra pair of socks ready to absorb thrice their weight in water.
After this, I headed downtown for a "Go See": A photo call for a sports shoe maker. Naturally, they wanted to photograph my bare feet. Or rather, everybody's feet. There were about 100 people in the room, most shoeless, and more arriving by the minute. I was told they were looking for "Feet with personality". 'K...The woman ahead of me, in her sixties, I'd guess, had both the top and bottom of her left foot photographed. Her feet had personality. My left foot was apparently not so photogenic, as they only shot the top of it. As I was leaving, I ran into a friend of mine. This woman, a former ballet dancer who certainly must have personable feet said to me: "What're you doing here? You probably have leading man feet!"
Flattered, or at least comforted that something about me was leading mannish, I trudged back out into the rain, my extra pair of socks ready to absorb thrice their weight in water.
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