The person I’m interviewing this week pointed out that my
theater just had our General Season auditions this week and wanted to talk
about that before we got around to discussing why they took a break from there,
but as you’ll see, the two ended up having a lot in common.
Them: Does that surprise you?
Them: I miss when I would book the gig.
Me: Yup. I’ll put you in something.
Me: I have no idea.
Here’s the interview:
Them: How did
auditions go?
Me: I’m not sure I
can talk about that on record.
Them: That bad,
huh?
Me: No, they were
great, I’m just not sure if that would make people not want to audition for me
in the future.
Them: They
probably don’t want to audition for you now.
Me: That’s true.
Them: I’m just
interested to hear your experience of the audition process, because auditioning
is one of the reasons I’m glad I don’t do theater anymore.
Me: Really?
Them: Does that surprise you?
Me: Uh, I guess
not. I always liked auditioning though.
Them: You did?
Me: I really did.
Them: You’re like
that kid who likes getting shots at the doctor’s office.
Me: I’m very
competitive, so I kind of liked the competitive aspect of it.
Them: See, the
nerves for me was just—That was always tough.
Me: Not the
waiting afterwards?
Them: Oh, the
waiting is—
Me: I never liked
the waiting. I’ll admit that.
Them: I used to
try to forget about it after I auditioned for something, but if it’s something you
really want—
Me: So are you of the
belief that everybody should be called or emailed no matter what?
Them: No.
Me: Me either. And I felt that way before too.
Them: Yeah, like,
I don’t want to know. I want to audition
and then if I get it—great. And if not,
I just want to forget about it, but I don’t want to be notified that I didn’t
get it. That just sucks. Like, it’s so awkward. I just don’t understand why people want that.
Me: To play devil’s
advocate, maybe it’s so they can make other plans?
Them: Yeah, but
that’s—Okay, so I was in the business—and, like, really the business—I was a
working actor for about nine years, and—like, timing is the worst part of doing
it. Because nothing ever lines up. You don’t work for a year, and then you get
three offers all at once. But it’s not
the responsibility of the person on the other end to, like, figure out the
timing for you. That’s not how it
works. I used to sit down at my kitchen
table and actually write out, like, ‘Okay, this is my top choice show, and so I
have to, uh—‘
Me: You have to
put all your eggs in that basket.
Them: Exactly.
Me: So you just
got tired of all that?
Them: I got tired
of the fact that I’m great once I’m in a show but I suck at auditioning and so
I felt like I was constantly being turned away at the gate.
Me: Yeah.
Them: And that
nobody seemed to know what to do with me, because I didn’t fit into a, a, a
pre-determined box, you know?
Me: Yes.
Them: What was the
experience like for you this time around?
Me: You really
want to talk about these auditions, huh?
Them: I’ve never
been on the other end so I’m really curious.
Me: Well, for one
thing, I realized that we needed to change the way we do things going forward.
Them: Why is that?
Me: Because it
takes a lot of energy signing people up for this, assigning them pieces to read—
Them: Yeah, your
auditions are so easy. You pick the
piece, no memorization—
Me: I have to
imagine it’s the easiest audition you could go to.
Them: Definitely.
Me: And people
still back out after they sign up. And,
some of the time, it’s legit. But by the
time the eighth person tells you they’ve had car trouble.
Them: They’re full
of shit.
Me: Yeah, that’s
what I tend to think. I mean, some are
probably not, but—
Them: Your car
didn’t just crap out on the day of an audition, and if it does, and you use
that as an excuse not to get an audition, then all you’re doing is letting the
people at the audition know that you can’t reliably get to rehearsals in the first
place.
Me: And some
people are sick—
Them: Suck it
up. You’re showing up to—put this in all
caps—READ A MONOLOGUE. Suck. It.
Up.
Me: I’m going to
get flack for this.
Them: You’re not
saying it, I am.
Me: It doesn’t
matter. I’ll still get flack.
Them: Listen, I
can’t really judge, because I walked away from all that, but I didn’t walk away
because my car broke down the day of a callback. I walked away because I was busting my ass to
get to these auditions and these callbacks and then they were casting their
nieces anyway or people who didn’t even bother showing up.
Me: I don’t do
that.
Them: You let
people skip the audition though—
Me: If they’ve worked
with us before yes, but we’re pretty upfront about that. And it’s just because I’m friends with a lot
of those people, and that doesn’t mean they’re definitely getting a lead every
time, but I think it’s weird to make them jump through hoops.
Them: I get that.
Me: Also, do
people not know about focal points?
Them: Were people
looking at you in the audition room?
Me: There was some
of that. People were looking at me or the
directors or—
Them: Who is
telling people that’s okay? Seriously?
Me: It’s wild.
Them: I’m shocked
at that—honestly.
Me: You never
looked at a director during an audition?
Them: If you stood
the director right in front of me, I would still find a focal point—probably their
forehead or something, but I would find it.
Me: I’ve had
people bring props in—
Them: Stop. Just stop.
Me: But you do see
a lot of good people and I think even the people who do the, um, things they
maybe shouldn’t do, are just trying to be memorable.
Them: Remember
when memorable meant, like, have talent?
Me: But so many
people have talent now—
Them: I know. We need to stop encouraging so many people to
do theater. It’s getting outrageous.
Me: I think I
talked about that in a previous piece.
Them: I guess, for
me, part of walking away was like, Okay, for so much of my life I believed I
had a gift, and then, to realize that so many other people have that exact same
gift or better—it just really, uh, I became disillusioned for sure.
Me: Did you feel
like people didn’t believe in you?
Them: Yes.
Me: But you
believed in yourself?
Them: I did for
awhile and then I stopped being able to, uh, do that. I got—it wore me down.
Me: I ask everyone
this—do you miss it?
Them: I miss when I would book the gig.
Me: (Laughs.) That is a good feeling.
Them: It’s the
best feeling.
Me: Would you
consider coming back?
Them: I just can’t
see, uhhhh, putting myself in some of those positions again. Where—I feel like—I know it’s an unfair
business, but the lack of transparency just—it wasn’t something I could get
used to, and walking into those rooms, uh, it seemed like there was no chance
every time. Every time I walked in I
felt like—it began to feel pointless.
So, like, if someone just said ‘Come do a show with me’ I could probably
do that—
Me: Right now?
Them: Yeah.
Me: If someone
said to you, ‘Come be in a show right now, no audition’ you would do it?
Them: I—yeah. I think I would.
Me: And that hasn’t
happened in all the time since you’ve been—
Them: In—I’ve been
out for—about four years. And no, it
hasn’t happened.
Me: Come do a show
with me. No audition.
Them: You serious?
Me: Yup. I’ll put you in something.
Them: What?
Me: I have no idea.
Them:
(Laughs.) Oh great.
Me: But I’ll find
something. It’ll be good. I know you’re good. We did—how many shows did we do together?
Them: We did a
few.
Me: And I saw you
in a bunch. You’re good. You should be doing this.
Them: You’re
really going to put me in a show?
Me: I really am.
Them: But then I
won’t be anonymous anymore.
Me: No, you have
to do the show as ‘Them.’
Them: Oh okay,
that’s the condition?
Me: That’s the
deal.
Them: Okay. I’m in.
Them stopped doing
theater four years ago, but apparently, they’re about to make a comeback.
But then there’s the time you get a call to come in ....and he says “I didn’t want HER”like I don’t have ears...and she says...”You told me to call HER”...knowing I have ears but maybe I can’t hear...awkward!
ReplyDeleteWhy am I reading this at 430 in the morning and trying to make sense of it and be ok as far as how it relates to you and understanding but at the same time thinking that I can’t wrap my brain around it...??? You gotta love yourself...and I need to sleep on it.