When auditions don't go as planned...

This week has been inundated with pilot auditions, and when you're as busy as I was this week, you get into a groove.

You also, sometimes, just lose your shit and end up seeming a little crazy.

Example: yesterday, after a long day of auditions, I had my final session at 6:30pm at Warner Bros, for McG and a few other producers. Now, keep in mind -- 6:30 in Burbank, in the rain, during rush hour, means giving yourself an hour to get there. (not to mention, the time you actually put into preparing the 20 PAGES OF SIDES, and then getting home). So let's call this a 4+ hour investment in an audition that you really really want to book.

Right. Great. So let me tell you what actually happened:

Here was one of my lines: "If you call me baby again, I'll shatter your collarbone."

Here's what actually came out of my mouth: "If you call me baby again, I'll snap your fucking neck."

Yeah....

Did I mention this is a CW show?

The worst part is that I didn't realize that I dropped an f-bomb until a few moments after. So I went from being "in the scene," to flat out being "in the audition." My brain was racing -- "did I just say 'fucking'?...no way did I just say that, is that why McG is chuckling?, oh my god, what's my next line...my chest is getting blotchy....I just said 'fucking' during a CW producer session...this isn't HBO...oh god, hurry up and get this over with....no, no, stop rushing...."

A mess. A hot mess, I tell ya.

My guess: that one's not going further.

Shit.