I daringly (in my opinion at least) posted a photo of how I was asked to go to one of the callbacks in a post you can see here.
The Fighter is now being talked about as a heavy Oscar contender. Watch the trailer here. The scene I auditioned with so many times, and that I still have memorized is briefly in the trailer around the 1:56 mark (it is his sisters on the porch of his girlfriend's house, fighting her.)
Part of me is mad at myself for not fighting harder for the role. The me now would have done things a bit differently. I know I had just had a baby, and was feeling insecure with my body, which in turn makes me less confidant. But what it comes down to, is I do not think it was meant to be for me, at that time.
I have spoken a little (I think?) about my recent surge of auditions that have come my way. I made the decision to put myself back into the business full force starting in 2011, but things just keep coming my way. The thing is, each time I have not sought out these opportunities, they are seemingly falling on my lap. I am taking it as fate preparing me for what is to come. What can I say, it is the optimist in me.
Last night I got a message from my casting agency to see if I could come in for an audition today. It was described as "hip, cool, sexy EDGY, Angelina Jolie type." I gathered advice from friends and finally decided on an outfit. I went into the audition mentally prepared.
When I arrived the owner of the agency waved excitedly and told me she was so happy to see me. I actually looked behind me to see if it was me she was talking to. It was.
I immediately felt a rush of excitement that this woman, who casts literally everything that comes to Boston, every big movie, knows me. She was excited to see me.
Now she did not think I was "a right fit" for this role, because the person was as she described "goth, dark and a DJ". BUT (and this is a big but) she pulled me aside and told me how much she loved me. Repeatedly. She told me that she was determined to get me in and get me some good work. Some good roles.
Honestly, I have never walked out of a casting, knowing I did not get the job, and yet felt so very good.
So, because I posted photos of how horrible I had to look at one of my callbacks for The Fighter, here are a couple of shots from today. Just for the fun of it. And I have no idea what in the world I am doing with my mouth in any of them. It looks weird. Sorry for that.
It is a funny thing to have people tell you you are not a certain "type" and can't see you in a role. I have learned over the past few weeks, so of the types I am not include a meek, mousy nanny, a goth dark DJ, an infomercial host, and an avid coffee drinker.
It makes me wonder what type I am. What will be that role that my casting director looks at me and says "it's you."
Lots to ponder people. I won't bore you with my deep reflection into this, because... well I'm sure you don't really care all that much.
Day 46, way to keep it exciting!
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