ain't the business just grand

[rm]

So yesterday I had this adution for a stain remover spot. I got sent on it through this agent I sort of freelance with. Unfortunately, but the time the message got to him or me, the formating had been a bit screwed up and it looked like it was requesting a man 40 - 55, and women with extremely short hair. He asked that I send a photo of my current very short hair, and then he, upon approving that, sent me the info.

So I get to the audition, and there are just scads and scads of women with long, curly hair. At first, I am smug... I'm so going to get this gig, lalalla, but then as the casting director tells us what to expect in the audition the truth of the situation becomes clear --

They are looking for a man, 40 - 55 with extremely short hair to play a drill sargeant. The women with short hair that I had expected them to need as his recruits in the battle against stains did not exist -- he would be yelling at a bride and her bridesmaids. Already there, I decided not to leave, even if I had short hair, wasn't a model, and was wearing jeans and a tank top -- I was going to brave it out, because you never know.

And so, I wasted 3 hours of my life, waiting on line, to improv a sobbing bride on camera.

I'm just saying....

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**warbles** "Life upon the wicked stage..

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ain't nothing like a girl sup-PO-ses" (and 10 poins to your house if you can sing the next line)

*clears throat*

How bizzare. At least you handled yourself professionally throughout. :)