Monday, November 10, 2003
It used to be that a callback for an audition was one to three days later.
Lately it's been up to eight days.
Friday the 7th I got a call that on Monday I had the 1:59pm callback for Halls.
I arrived at 1:20pm, in the same matching khaki outfit.
A few "immigrant assistant home-landscaper" type performers were back, plus two in Actual Stadium Groundskeeper type outfits, one of whom was also in khaki matching shirt and pants as I
(the other was in a dark blue outfit).
I could hear recorded screaming, so I knew that within, the producers were watching tapes from the other day.
It turned out they were "short" on Assistant Groundskeepers
(it was, after all, still a tad early),
so the one guy they had on hand was asked if he could stick around "a few times."
He went in with the guy just before me.
As I waited, the young woman at the front desk called someone's agent to put him On Avail for the screaming fan role.
I was called in.
"Normally," at a callback, there have been drastic script and/or story revisions and one needs to rethink a character at a moment's notice.
This wasn't one of those times.
I was to do exactly as I'd done the week before.
The only adjustment was, I was to address my line to my assistant, and when I'd initially auditioned, the guy auditioning for the assistant had chosen to lean way over the dolly at my right.
Apparently now, in the previous callback guy's slot, the assistant had been asked pretty much to follow a step behind the groundskeeper, and I was not informed of this change.
So I said my line again, glancing towards my right.
"Could you do that again...?" one of the seated gentlemen said.
I moved Back To One, and asked, "Did you want any adjustments?"
He considered for a moment, then said, "This time, shake your head, look to
and say your line.
And do the line a bit slower this time."
I clarified as to when he wanted the head shake
(before or after the line),
then on Action, I started.
I stopped at my mark, in the dead silence looked towards camera after the slightest bit of a
"from where is that sound coming...?"
look on my face, then shook my head wearily, glanced over my left shoulder
(sure enough, there he was...),
and said my line, "Should've locked that gate..."
I moved on, trying not to scream.
"I'm sorry," I said a bit sheepishly.
"I think I said that a bit too fast again: would you mind if I tried that again?"
I'm sure the pause wasn't as long as I would later interpret it.
"No, that's okay," he said, and I was thanked.
I thanked them all and I left.
I signed out and walked home, internally kicking myself for several blocks.
Even as the line had come out, I knew I was saying it too fast, probably the same speed as previously.
I had to let it go.
But I felt I'd let myself down; as though the entire callback had been a complete waste of time...
About an hour after getting home, my pager went off.
Jennifer reported that I was
for the commercial.
Still, I'd been On Avail before, and they'd gone with someone else.