You never know."
Yes, I gave him MY phone because my son is probably the only 13 year old in the entire country that does not have a phone of his own. Don 't judge me. I have my reasons. (The fact that I may be scarring him for life with all my other shenanigans, is a whole other Oprah Show.)
As we approached the condo the garage door was wide open and there were folding chairs set up in a semi circle. On one of the chairs were some forms to fill out and sides from the script for the cold readings. PHEW! Ok, I felt much better. This was looking legit. Shortly after we arrived, two women emerged from the condo and introduced themselves. One was the director and the gal with whom I had been exchanging emails, and the other was the producer. I handed them my headshot, resume, and sheet music. The director explained the scenes to me and told me to come in as soon as I was ready.
I told Aaron, "Okay Dude, I think it 's gonna be fine. You can wait in the car if you want. Keep my phone with you. I 'll be out in a few …show more content…
I finished filling out the paper work, read the sides a few times, then entered the condo.
The accompanist was also a woman, so now I could really relax. Three women, no weird guy in a trench coat. I sang "I Don 't Know How To Love Him", my standard go-to ballad, which I have used countless times. As soon as I started singing I thought, "Hey! I can sing! Who knew?" Gee, maybe because I was so relaxed, my throat didn 't close up like I was having some anaphylactic seizure. I 'll have to remember that next time.
Then I did a cold read from the script, which was okay, but not great. I hate cold reads. I prefer when they email me the sides, so that way I can memorize them and actually act, rather than have to keep looking down at the script. But I think it was enough to show them what I can do. So, we 'll see what happens. In any case, I feel good about going through with it. It 's nice to experience an audition where I 'm not a total wreck. (Well, aside from fearing that I was stepping into the den of a possible ax murderer.) I just have to put myself out there. Put my ass where my heart wants to