How is every one doing? That is nice... weather is nice for this time of year don't you think? Alright enough of this pleasantness, I got a week to make up for:
Okay last Monday (2/20), I auditioned for The Underpants by Steve Martin at the Omaha Community Playhouse (OCP for short). I knew I needed to audition n Monday because I was told by my lighting class teacher that the class was going to be short on Monday but run long on Tuesday. Well in reality class was NON-EXISTENT on Monday and he decided not to tell anyone. So I didn't have two hours to take a decent shower and get the dye of my skull and hands. Which I had the amount to think by some people that I was wearing bright blue gloves. This is all before I have even entered the audition.
The process started with a nice LENGTHY FORM to fill out. I am used to auditioning for things and it being my first audition at OCP I complied. While filling the form out a woman who I assumed have done this before started reading the character descriptions out loud and started with the lead: "a 20-year-old stubborn, muscular, husband with a buzz cut" She then looked right at me. I did nothing but smile and said that I never even read a word of the script. (This was true) Then after turning in the form I walked into the theatre. We sat around for what seemed like an eternity. Then the director came in, and it finally occurred to me when he put his glasses that he was Carl Beck who is like the head guy at OCP. (His picture is on the front page of the web page (link at Right)). He then passed out scripts and I was assigned the part I looked like, however I was up first up (guessing he did it by alphabetical order) Just before I we started I was then asked about my hands first by a fellow auditioner then by the Director. I read about seven pages then my audition was completely done, unknown to me though. I had to be there for an hour sitting and having to get out of the way for all the women who auditioned. I left the audition thinking that I was one of 3 guys who were even up for the role and out of the 3 I had the best shot.
On the way to lighting class on Tuesday (2/21) I got stuck in the elevator. I am going to repeat this: I GOT STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR. I was in there for an hour. After I got out I went to class and we went even longer than he thought, but I still went down to see who auditioned on Tuesday to get the whole spectrum of audtioners. I am glad one other person was there from yesterday too, so I didn't seem like a freak. Well I watched and I figured there was one other guy that could possibly be the part I was up for. I went home happy and nervous.
Wednesday (2/22) and Thursday (2/23) went by with no problem other than the usual adding to another layer of blue to my skin.
Friday (2/24) came and I was sick as a dog, so I knew I was going to need to call in sick at the temporary service by 5:00AM on Friday. Luckily I woke up at 4 and immediately called them and got the message service. Usually, they then call back at 5AM to check and see that it wasn't something that a doctor needed to see. So I tried to stay awake till 5. 5:30 came around and I fell asleep. I then to went to go talk to the giant Q (If you don't know, I won't explain it). After I woke up at 11:00, I noticed a message from the temp service at Aurstaff, but they didn't until 7:25 so I bet that my Message didn't get passed on to the right people and they are calling wondering why I didn't go to work at 7:00AM. I understand mistakes happen, but damn it, I might get fired over this. It wouldn't bother me so damn much if this was the exception as opposed to the rule.
I spent the day talking to the Q and sleeping. When my sister came home from school, she gave a letter from OCP. It was a letter to inform me that I wasn't cast in the production. That didn't bother me. There were roughly 22 people in total of both auditions, and that it was a small cast of about 6.
Okay boys and girls, time to stand on my soap box:
What bothered me was how I was told. I also think I wasn't helped by the fact that I saw all the auditions too. I understand that the man has a bit of a busy schedule. However I would like to think that the head man at one of the Midwest's #1 community theatre will at least give his audtioners the respect of a phone call. A fucking 2 minute phone call per person wouldn't even be an hour in this man's schedule. Oh and believe me he never even saw the letter that was sent out. It was a database letter (the letter that has the same generic sentences and that anything that needed to be specific was in CAPS.) The prick didn't even have the time to sign the bastard. His signature was printed on. As far as casting go I think I wouldn't be pissed about not getting cast, unless he cast someone I saw. There was a gentle that I think is a great actor, or at least, I think he is as good of an actor as me. My big problem with it is the fact that he looks Asian.
WHY WOULD THAT MAKE YOU MAD, ERIC? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ASIANS? YOU ARE NOT A RACIST ARE YOU?
I thought I told you when I am on my soap box I was not to be disrupted. NOW BACK INTO THE PIT AND I WILL DEAL WITH YOU LATER!!!!!!!
Sorry, I hate when that side comes out of me. Where was I? Oh okay. My problem with the casting of this gentleman is the fact that the play is set in GERMANY. If I need to explain this any further, come over and you can go into my pit too.
I now step down off my box:
Being the optimist I am, I did have a positive out of the experience, I did finally finish a monologue that I started at BVT last summer. It lay dormant and then it came to me. Just to let you all know more about my psyche. You know, if the top segment didn't creak the door open, it involves suicide, children, midgets, candy, and sex.
Okay last Monday (2/20), I auditioned for The Underpants by Steve Martin at the Omaha Community Playhouse (OCP for short). I knew I needed to audition n Monday because I was told by my lighting class teacher that the class was going to be short on Monday but run long on Tuesday. Well in reality class was NON-EXISTENT on Monday and he decided not to tell anyone. So I didn't have two hours to take a decent shower and get the dye of my skull and hands. Which I had the amount to think by some people that I was wearing bright blue gloves. This is all before I have even entered the audition.
The process started with a nice LENGTHY FORM to fill out. I am used to auditioning for things and it being my first audition at OCP I complied. While filling the form out a woman who I assumed have done this before started reading the character descriptions out loud and started with the lead: "a 20-year-old stubborn, muscular, husband with a buzz cut" She then looked right at me. I did nothing but smile and said that I never even read a word of the script. (This was true) Then after turning in the form I walked into the theatre. We sat around for what seemed like an eternity. Then the director came in, and it finally occurred to me when he put his glasses that he was Carl Beck who is like the head guy at OCP. (His picture is on the front page of the web page (link at Right)). He then passed out scripts and I was assigned the part I looked like, however I was up first up (guessing he did it by alphabetical order) Just before I we started I was then asked about my hands first by a fellow auditioner then by the Director. I read about seven pages then my audition was completely done, unknown to me though. I had to be there for an hour sitting and having to get out of the way for all the women who auditioned. I left the audition thinking that I was one of 3 guys who were even up for the role and out of the 3 I had the best shot.
On the way to lighting class on Tuesday (2/21) I got stuck in the elevator. I am going to repeat this: I GOT STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR. I was in there for an hour. After I got out I went to class and we went even longer than he thought, but I still went down to see who auditioned on Tuesday to get the whole spectrum of audtioners. I am glad one other person was there from yesterday too, so I didn't seem like a freak. Well I watched and I figured there was one other guy that could possibly be the part I was up for. I went home happy and nervous.
Wednesday (2/22) and Thursday (2/23) went by with no problem other than the usual adding to another layer of blue to my skin.
Friday (2/24) came and I was sick as a dog, so I knew I was going to need to call in sick at the temporary service by 5:00AM on Friday. Luckily I woke up at 4 and immediately called them and got the message service. Usually, they then call back at 5AM to check and see that it wasn't something that a doctor needed to see. So I tried to stay awake till 5. 5:30 came around and I fell asleep. I then to went to go talk to the giant Q (If you don't know, I won't explain it). After I woke up at 11:00, I noticed a message from the temp service at Aurstaff, but they didn't until 7:25 so I bet that my Message didn't get passed on to the right people and they are calling wondering why I didn't go to work at 7:00AM. I understand mistakes happen, but damn it, I might get fired over this. It wouldn't bother me so damn much if this was the exception as opposed to the rule.
I spent the day talking to the Q and sleeping. When my sister came home from school, she gave a letter from OCP. It was a letter to inform me that I wasn't cast in the production. That didn't bother me. There were roughly 22 people in total of both auditions, and that it was a small cast of about 6.
Okay boys and girls, time to stand on my soap box:
What bothered me was how I was told. I also think I wasn't helped by the fact that I saw all the auditions too. I understand that the man has a bit of a busy schedule. However I would like to think that the head man at one of the Midwest's #1 community theatre will at least give his audtioners the respect of a phone call. A fucking 2 minute phone call per person wouldn't even be an hour in this man's schedule. Oh and believe me he never even saw the letter that was sent out. It was a database letter (the letter that has the same generic sentences and that anything that needed to be specific was in CAPS.) The prick didn't even have the time to sign the bastard. His signature was printed on. As far as casting go I think I wouldn't be pissed about not getting cast, unless he cast someone I saw. There was a gentle that I think is a great actor, or at least, I think he is as good of an actor as me. My big problem with it is the fact that he looks Asian.
WHY WOULD THAT MAKE YOU MAD, ERIC? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ASIANS? YOU ARE NOT A RACIST ARE YOU?
I thought I told you when I am on my soap box I was not to be disrupted. NOW BACK INTO THE PIT AND I WILL DEAL WITH YOU LATER!!!!!!!
Sorry, I hate when that side comes out of me. Where was I? Oh okay. My problem with the casting of this gentleman is the fact that the play is set in GERMANY. If I need to explain this any further, come over and you can go into my pit too.
I now step down off my box:
Being the optimist I am, I did have a positive out of the experience, I did finally finish a monologue that I started at BVT last summer. It lay dormant and then it came to me. Just to let you all know more about my psyche. You know, if the top segment didn't creak the door open, it involves suicide, children, midgets, candy, and sex.
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