I am taking a theater class (for all you new readers, this is where all the people that are “In the Loop,” so to speak, make a collective proclamation, “It’s about damn time, you dumbass.”) and last night I was performing my first of two scenes for the class. My partner Julie and I performed a scene from Same Time, Next Year. This play was made in to a movie with Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn. I netflixed the movie, which was helpful, but I really played the scene differently that Alda did, as I was only doing the one scene, and didn’t have the whole play to develop/establish my character. Julie was awesome, I nailed my shit, and there you go. Now I just have a butt load of written work to do. Ugh.
During the beginning of class, the head of the department, who is directing a musical at the school right now, came in to promote it. During their conversation it came up that one of the other directors at the school was next door doing auditions for a play he’s directing soon, To Gillian on her 37th Birthday. So, I decided I’d go over there during our break.
I walk in, and get the form to fill out for the audition. I grab a couple scenes, and give them a once over. There are two male roles in the play, so that’s all I needed to really go over. I got a good idea of what each character was all about, generally, and decided I could have more fun in the smaller role. He had me read two of this character’s scenes, and flat out told me that I had nailed the character. He had no notes for me at all. I’m 100% sure that I will be getting a callback. I’m 70% sure I got the part. We’ll see if those odds change in the coming days.
I’m so fucking giddy right now. Yesterday was a flurry of Chris-makes-bold-moves-towards-progress, and I have to say I liked it. 🙂