Hey!!
Nooooooo.
I was working this weekend so I didn’t SEE the email, she gave me NO notice, that’s how it works, doesn’t it? Okay, I learned. I’m kicking myself right now.
She said, we work really fast, so I know that now, and she said the caliber of my talent was really compelling I suppose, so that’s the way it goes, we move fast. And I was like, HOLY SHIT, did she say THE CALIBER OF MY TALENT?
The ghost of Barbara Harris and I ARE FLIPPING OUT RIGHT NOW. We’re flipping out! I know no one. I haven’t acted like EVER. I always wanted to though.
Hopefully that means other people might reach out to me, I just would have loved to possibly do a short at the end of the month, who knows, maybe she’ll give me a chance, because it was EOD yesterday that I had to submit by.
But that’s great news. I have to keep believing myself, because I was super good, maybe, so anyway that really thrilled me to see, I couldn’t even believe it. I wrote her three emails—wait, what? Then, I’ll submit anyway, and oh, sorry, I hope you keep me in mind. I have to laugh. But I feel great, so I might be a little broke right now but I got good feedback.
I’m picking a scene right now for Columbia Grad auditions this Friday.
I chose Erin Brockovich — inspired by JIM CARREY BITCH — YES, I MIND. I MIND — it’s MY PAYCHECK. YES. I MIND. Fuck YOU MAKE TIME. I’m kinda going to angry, these days, I don’t know why, maybe because I feel like I have so much anger at my disposal. But it’s a working woman, so…
I have Columbia grad on Friday, so I have to prepare a scene anyway, so I thought, this is how this industry works — you gotta DRIVE to THEIR HOUSE regardless with your cousins (for personality sake) to DELIVER THE MONOLOGUE TO YOU. OKAY? And trim their roses. SURE, sure. No problem. I’ll deliver Erin Brockovich to you while you’re trimming roses. And Rosa will prepare the food.
So I sent a self-tape because the submit sheet was still open. Not my fault. May I make waves through NYU grad, please. Yes, I’m serious, and I don’t give a shit what I look like. May they laugh at my makeupless hilarious self tape as I read this scene cold, practically. So we’ll see, I did everything I could on my end.
So fingers crossed. Sometimes that works, right? That kind of BALLSY there is NO SUCH THING AS NO — even on the day. Driving to set, lol, with my cousins, my Neapolitan COUSINS (Rosa) — we’re pulling up to Paramount, we’re ACTING like we’re the florists. We made fake documents… flowers in the back. Sure, sure.
That would be so awesome, to film a short at the end of the month? Joy. It’s alright, I know these things happen, so you gotta just be super excited, let it go, as Barbara Harris taught me to do. But that’s a great sign. I left feeling “poopy” because I didn’t even know what I did. You know? I was sort of just thrilled, about the whole thing. I hope this hilarious audition tape gets passed around. I look Cubist, I believe, I look like I have a Cubist face. But I can act IN your face.
Okay, so now, I thought about that, too, I have to be super super on top of my email, I just wasn’t expecting to get something right away, so that’s fantastic. I’ll keep my phone handy, just in case, obviously. I got this audition on Friday, and I’m already off book practically. So that’s wonderful, two shots made in one.