Donna in Hollywoodland

The blog from Los Angeles and Hollywood by Donna Grayson

Sunday, April 17, 2005


Always Check Your Email


It all started out like a regular Sunday morning. Read the LA Times while drinking my
Half-Caf with vanilla soy milk .... the large and fluffy Cinnamon Cat on my lap purring away.
I went to Church .
Then after church was over, I had about an hour before an Audition that was scheduled at Los Angeles Film School for a student film.

Once again, spoiled by the fact that I live in the Big City - I parked my car in the employee parking where I work. Do you know one of my co-workers was leaving as I as exiting the parking ? She had been there working - on a Sunday. She saw me in the parking lot.
I said "No I am not here. Just using the parking. Running across the street."

So since I had an hour before the Audition, I went to the Cafe inside of Borders Books .
I had Decaf. And a blueberry muffin. While I read the book, "Parasites Like Us" .
At first I sat in the chair outside facing Vine Street. I stayed there in spite of the fact what people were smoking. They can't smoke inside, so they take up all the patio areas. Even if the air was clean and fresh, I wouldn't know it because of all the smokers sitting out on the Cafe Patios. Then the wind kicked in and it was chilly and I was wearing a dress. So I moved inside. The smokers stayed out to freeze.


Overheard At Borders Cafe:


"Oh, Dude I just woke up like 10 minutes ago" said sleepy guy.

"Hey, thats right - your Thing was last night. How did it go?" Said the friend.

"Oh, we had a good turn-out. Generally it was okay, we got a good response. But I could tell, there were some rough spots. Places
where things could have been tighter. Looking back, I probably should have hired a Director."

Oh, so Sleepy Guy Produced a Play .... and he was to cheap to hire a director. Only in Hollywood.


Finally , it was about a half hour before my audition. I still had plenty of time, but I like to arrive early because there is usually paperwork to fill out and people ahead of me in line.
I walk over to the LA Film School. The receptionist at the front says no one from the film I am auditioning for is here yet.
She says "I know these students. They will be late."
So I leave. I walk outside. Now, what to do....

I see the new cute little coffee house on the other side of Jack in the Box .
It thinks it is called Coffee and Community. (I tried looking it up on the internet. I will have to update this later.)
***Later Update:
Its called Groundwork Coffee Their tag line is "Coffee Tea Community" - thats how I got confused..
End Update***
I think, oh, I haven't been in there yet....
I walked in, and My, My - isn't this the happening place for hip computer geeks on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Everyone huddled over their lap-tops sipping away at their coffees. Quite the "Dot Com" type of place. Alot of cute "Dot Com" types of guys. I wish I wasn't dressed in my Plump Midwestern Mom type of dress.... (thats what my audition is for). I get yet another Decaf Coffee. (Thank heavens I used the Ladys Room over at Borders.) Their Decaf is alot heavier than the Decaf at Borders. More 'body" and 'richness".
I once again brave the tables out on the street. Hmmmm, this time it isn't as cold. And there are no smokers either.


A few minutes before my audition time, I head back over to LA Film School.
Waiting in the lobby is already another lady who is my "Type". We are going to audition for the part of a Mother in a small town. So we are both somewhat the Plump, Midwestern Types.
We stand at the reception desk - oh, forever. The film we are auditioning for has not been assigned a Room Number for auditions. It is not listened on the Cork Boards in the lobby, where the other films are listed. The receptionist has no idea what to tell us. Except, that these Students usually run late.

As we talk we both wonder why there aren't more Plump Midwestern Type Moms auditioning. And where are the auditioning daughters. And the auditioning husbands. We are both really patient, and we wait a half hour.

Finally a young woman emerges from the elevator. She is talking to a young guy. She says the name of the film that we are supposed to be auditioning for.
I perk up " Did you say "XYZ" ? That would be us ! "
The other auditioning lady and I both grab our 8x10 portfolios, and move up right to her.
She looks surprised. "Oh, no - didn't you get my email?"
"What email?"
"I emailed everyone last night. We had a major emergency. The director was in a car accident."

Oh, well... what can you say. If they say someone was in a car accident, you have to believe them. And there is nothing you can do.

The other lady said something about she had checked her email at 11pm last night, and it would have been better to telephone us if they were going to cancel. I agreed with her, even though I don't think I checked my email all day yesterday.

We were still chatting about the confusion. When it really sunk in that we were not auditioning, and I headed out the door pretty much in the middle of the conversation.
I mean, you have to understand. I wasted my afternoon Not Auditioning for a Non-paying student film. Errrrr.....

As I drove away, west on Sunset - I saw two more Midwestern Mom Types come out of the Building with their pictures in their hands. I guess they arrived only to leave again.

I had places to be. After two coffee houses, I went to Mel's Diner for dinner. Then I went over to the Egyptian Theatre to volunteer.
I think by this time, all the waiting I did made me too tired to stay for the movie. I did my volunteer shift taking tickets. Then I left, going home intending to get my Blog caught up.
Instead I took a nap. It must have been all that Decaf Coffee.


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