Last week, I ended up hitting a complete wall. I had averaged 3 auditions a day for 5 days, and had reshoots for the pilot I did from 6am-10am on one of those days. I went from superwoman to the little engine that could.....'nt.
By the time Friday rolled around I wanted to cry. But instead of doing that, I walked into my final audition with a madness that can only be compared to the punchiness of a child right before they throw a tantrum and take a nap.
That was me. A punchy little actress. So much so that when the director gave me adjustment, and I did the scene again, I looked at him and said, "Was this what you were looking for? Because if not, tell me. This is my last one of the day, and I'm not leaving unless it's right."
I think I scared the poor man.
When I got to the car, I saw that I had a papercut on my finger from the sides, and a smear of blood across my right cheek from said cut.
Had this been an audition for Vampire Diaries or True Blood, perhaps I would have been in business. For this, however, I was supposed to be a polished attorney.
Lovely.
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