1. Find Casting Call.
2. Answer Casting Call with resume/headshot.
3. Actual audition.
4. Them: Yay or nay.
5. You: Yay or nay.
In actuality:
1. Scour emails for casting calls. Decide whether you'd like to play a heroin addict, a girl of "ambiguous ethnicity," or if it's worth it to take your chances with the sketchy Craigslist posting.
4. Them: Yay or nay. Meanwhile, you ride adrenaline filled cloud-nine-like-elation. Turn up music in car or in headphones. Execute amazing dance moves. Pat self on back for being best actor of all time who has just given audition to end all auditions on best day of life, ever. Adrenalie leaves body. Confidence quickly turns to tiny sliver of doubt. Doubt multiplies with rabbit-like rapidity. You enter downward spiral of panic. "Maybe I'm not right for the role," gives way to "perhaps we didn't have enough chemsitry," which becomes "I should pick a better monologue for myself," to "I am the worst actor of all time," and finally, "If I happen to encounter a Shakespeare quote today, it will undoubtedly self-destruct in my presence as I am completely un-worthy of even speaking the Good Bard's name."
5. You: Yay - obviously.
Now, try that on for size a few times a week.... and start your own blog.
5. You: Yay - obviously.
Now, try that on for size a few times a week.... and start your own blog.
You forgot step 3.5 - the casting couch callback.
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