Yesterday is done.
Now
there isn’t much pretty countryside on the travels of an
auditioning actor pounding the New York pavements. But
traveling’s the fun! Isn’t it?
As
promised in my previous post (Merrily
We Roll Along), I returned for day 3 of the E.P.A.
(Equity Principal Audition). I rose earlier, I joined the
bizarre snaking line of fellow
actors. Spotted some familiar faces and waited. And
waited. Signed my name. And waited. I had to leave so, as ever,
used the wonder of Audition Update to check how things were going. Now this
monitor was on the ball. And friendly. And helpful. She
managed to get through
ten E.M.C.s (Equity Membership Candidates) before lunch. Already the
chances of being seen were higher than the day before. Hope was
high. Number 11 and 12 were smiling
and laughing. We reminisced about yesterday, discussed our odds
as if there were any rhyme or reason to this crazy business.
The
afternoon was lovely. My friend, Rosie Cosch who had been at another E.P.A. joined me. Time
passed quickly and happily. But, here’s the problem. The time
was passing
but no more E.M.C.s were being called. The monitor remained
efficient and positive but those Equity members were coming in in
dribs and drabs and taking alternate slots
and we were once again, losing hope as 5 o’clock rolled around. By
5.30p.m., the monitor called it. ”I’m so sorry, E.M.C.s
won’t be seen.” It feels like she is pronouncing the time of
death. One little non equity girl who has been sitting since 7a.m.
dressed and ready to impress, smiles sweetly and changes into her
leggings and picks up her rolling suitcase and begins her trek
back to New Jersey. I curse and say to my friend “Let’s go
for a drink!”.
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