Talk about a bad Hair day.
I rose out of bed bright and early this morning for the Hair EPA. The response was overwhelming. I got into the line which swirled around the center of the room, and after about 20 minutes of waiting, managed to secure a reasonable audition slot in the 10:50am group.
With audition card in hand and over an hour to kill, I decided to take a break from the crowds and go to the changing room to warm up and change. When the turnout for an audition is huge I like to separate myself from the noise for a bit so that I can clear my head.
About 45 minutes later I returned to the holding room where it was just about time for me to check in.
"You haven't been seen for this call already, correct?" the Equity monitor inquired.
"Well, no - I went to a chorus call last week, but - "
"Oh, well they're not seeing anyone a second time, so you can't go in for this."
WWHHHAAAAATTTT???
"When did you tell people this?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.
"I've been announcing it all morning." He said, keeping his cool.
CRAP! UGH! Leaving the holding area hadn't been such a great idea after all! I had missed all of his announcements. DAMMIT!
I double and triple checked with the monitor if this was the case, he insisted that it was just the way things were. The director had given him specific instructions that he didn't want to see any repeat auditioners.
There was no sense in arguing with the monitor over it - that's the last thing anyone in my situation should do. You know the saying, "Don't shoot the messenger." Besides, at this point it was too late for me to hop into line anyway.
And so, with that I gathered my things, tucked my tail between my legs, and headed for the door. On my way out the monitor remarked, "I mean we can't prevent anyone from going in a second time, but I was specifically told not to."
WHAT? You mean I could have just gone in anyway??? After all that? I mean, would the director really have remembered me?
All of these are questions that shall forever remain unanswered because I accepted what I was told. I didn't challenge authority or insist to be seen again because I was afraid of rocking the boat. When you're in my position, you have to be careful. At least, that's what I've always been told. I mean, what if I had gone into the room, and the director had remembered me and he decided to blacklist me for life because I had failed to respect his wishes of not wanting to see anyone a second time?
Writing this now, that scenario seems incredibly preposterous to me, but hindsight is always 20/20, isn't it?
As I left the studio, I was really really angry at myself for not just going in anyway. I kept conjuring up wildly dramatic scenarios of staging my own little protest in the holding room by stripping down to my skivvies and shouting "I will be seen! I will be seen!" The other actors seeing this would be moved to join in and chant along with me, "Yes she can! Yes she can!"
I mean, protesting and getting naked is what that show is all about, right?
Instead, I relented. I gave in. That's not what making it in this business is all about. If I want to get somewhere I have to be bold - short of taking my clothes off in public, that is. Unless, of course it's tasteful and the role calls for it. ;-)