Sometimes there are those days when you ask yourself, WHY on EARTH am I doing this again?
Auditioning for Royal Caribbean was one of those experiences. It was a solid reminder that there are times when type rules all. You can't be exactly what they want, no matter how skilled you are. You might find yourself surrounded by people who seem to have no sense of space or control over their bodies, yet they get kept and you don't. In order to find this work fulfilling (at least in the meantime until you get a job) it's critical to do the absolute best that you can so you can walk out of the room feeling good, regardless of the outcome.
Telling yourself you are going to take class, actually taking class, finding away to afford class, and constantly working your body and your voice to be at your utmost potential are the best ways to combat the heinous feeling of being cut early in a call.
The Flat Rock audition was a bit ridiculous.... the non union girls waited four hours, and then they jammed us into twenty minutes of show me a triple time step here and do me a double turn there. Never mind that the floor felt like an ice skating rink... Oh and then there was the go down the line and tell me your special skills section. I can't believe I actually said "Can put my left leg behind my head and stand up on the other and handling large snakes"... what comes over us at these things!?
Memo to self and anyone else who may encounter these rogue auditioning approaches to non union girls at Equity Chorus Calls (ECCs): What they really want to hear is things like walking on stilts, pointe work, fire breathing, and tumbling.
Managed to wedge in time to interview a potential new student for my Alma Mater between work, auditions, and Anna Sui.
More about Anna Sui with my own beloved Anna, and pictures to follow, tomorrow.
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