Donna in Hollywoodland

Audition and Muffins

This was one of the days that I am happy that I live and work smack-dab in the Big City of LA. I took a very very late lunch... at 4:30 .... because I had an audition for a indie film.And the best thing was .... the audition was only two blocks away from where I work. So I didn't have to deal with trying to find a place to park. I walked the two blocks.

I don't think I can say much about my audition, because they had me sign a paper about "confidentiality". Thats the first time that anyone has asked for that.

One thing struck me though .. and this isn't the first time this has happened. The audition script in usually called a "Side".
After you sign in, they usually give you a copy of your Side. On the top of my side was written in heavy marker "Heavy-set Woman". I saw it and just thought "Oh, well'. Then I looked at the lady next to me who was auditioning for another role. At the top of her side was written in heavy marker "Old Woman". She was probably in her 60s and she was dressed really nice and was presentable. I felt kind of sorry for her, having that label. But then I thought "Well, give me a few more years, and I will be auditioning for "Old Woman" instead of "Heavy Set Woman".
You have to have alot of strong self-confidence to be an actress.

I will say that I thought my audition went well. The casting director was very nice, and complimented me on a couple of things that I did well. So I was happy with how it went.

Then I headed out the door, to walk back to the office. I decided to grab a Muffin from Coffee Bean before I went back to work.
I got in line behind the most spacey airheaded couple I have ever seen. Maybe they were on drugs and were trippin' while ordering their coffee. But I was getting really impatient. I had to really concentrate on not making irritated facial expressions.
First, they had to sample some of the different flavored teas. The woman couldn't decide what she wanted, so she was taste testing.

I think the Barista felt bad for me, and took my order while they were still dilly-dallying. But I still had to wait to pay for it.
Finally, the Barista gave them the total of the bill. And the man just stood there, with his rolled up money in his hand starring off into space, past the counter - a glazed look in his eyes. The Barista repeated the amount to pay about 3 times before the man finally snapped out of it and turned over the money.
Then the Barista asked "Name?" to write on the coffee cup. The women said "Sierra". I thought, "Oh, thats proves it, they are trippin."

In spite of the spacey couple ahead of me in line, I still made in back to the office within an hour and a half. The benefits of living in the City.