Jessica, a beautiful young woman, is about to give the audition of her life:
Hello my name is Jessica Rice and I will be doing a piece from Rose Kinne's "Desire". I am showing no fear and in fact have greeted you almost sheepishly, like a person who is already precast but wants to do the formality thing for practice.
(She takes a deep breath)
Nope, I am not focused. I don't know where to look; should it be slightly above you or off to the side? Let's go with off to the side, nope, bad idea, bad idea, I just looked right at you anyway, and now I can't look away. My first line will not work for eye contact. "You fucked me hard that night". Did I just say that? Yes, yes I did, I hope you don't think that I want to be fucked hard. I mean, I do, but by someone who loves me, and not during this. This is degrading enough. What should I do? Just keep going, keep acting, I won't think of myself in a ballet studio...but really, this is a dream locale for an actor. I can see my entire profile in my peripheral vision. OH MY GOD! Posture! Dear lord Jessica, did you learn nothing from your professor of Basic Movement...
...What did my professor say that one day? It was really important, something about how you should never let your mind wander during your craft or something...that was the same day I was wearing my new vest, and crap! I'm about to get into the "pain" part of the monologue....shit....okay, now I'm going to lower my voice and make this moment private and special, but I must first cheat out and show my good angles...there...I think I saw you lean forward!! Oh my god oh my god I think I'm going to win you over, I will now deliver something painful again and I will tighten my abs while bringing a part of me into this character. No, this is crap, this isn't believable at all. I'm trying to hide my pain through humor, but all I can focus on is the way my abs look in the mirror. Wait, did I just hear thank you? You did. You just thanked me.
Aaaaaaannnnd we're friends again! I'll try to do something memorable that won't waste any more of your time. Should I be gracious like Kristin Chenoweith? Wave like Nixon? Whatever I do, I will not say "it", I won't say it, it will not be an impulse reaction this time, there is no way they will hear me say that kiss of death known as "Thank you".
I just said it, didn't I?
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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