Okay, because I have a pretty rotten case of nerves right now (seriously my stomach is twitching with excitement/uncertainty), I thought I would catch up on all the posts I missed out on while I was on my mini-holiday. So, without further ado, my not-so-glamorous audition story.
It is well known that I love Scott Pilgrim since I’ve talked about it a lot on this blog so this weekend, I decided to turn all the talk into action and audition to be in the movie.
The original casting post said to look young and hip and urban and to send a picture of yourself, so I did just that and had Boy snap a shot of me sitting looking nonchalant in a chair in front of our massive book collection (I thought I might win them over by looking brainy and adorable).
So I sent the picture off and, a few days later, a lady from the talent agency e-mailed me back saying I had just the look they were looking for (it worked!) so to go down to Cinescape on February 14th for the audition.
Now, if you’ve never had any sort of “audition” before (I had not), the very word strikes fear into your heart. I myself agonized about my chosen outfit for days and found myself worrying about my life skills. I mean, what did this mean? Would I be expected to interview for the position? Was I required to bring some sort of swim suit with me? Would I be called upon to twirl a baton or to play a song on the rims of glasses?
This worry was for not, however, since, when my friend Sally and I got there, the process was extremely basic and straightforward.
Step 1: Get an application from instruction screaming lady. Fill out with pen/pencil/eyebrow pencil/whatever is handy (there were like 400 people and three actual pens so utility was key).
Step 2: Get in random weaving line #1.
Step 3: Wait for girl with Sharpie at the head of random weaving line #1 to give you a specific call number (in my case 329, in Sally’s 330).
Step 4: Get in random weaving line #2*.
Step 5: Wait for dude with digital camera to call your number.
Step 6: When dude with camera calls your number, advance to nondescript spot in front of beige doors to have your picture taken. Hold up Sharpie marked paper when you do this.
Step 7: Book it the hell out of there.
The whole process took maybe forty minutes and it was definitely a life experience, but I’ve got to admit, I was kind of happy to get out of there. It was actually kind of depressing to stand in a room of people trying so desparately hard to be cool. I mean there were people with hipster labels printed on their clothes, geometric hipster haircuts and even hipster props. I swear you have never seen so many people brandishing Believer magazine or wearing fedoras in your entire life. And I get it, I mean for the movie it totally makes sense, but in reality, it just felt kind of sad.
Plus the whole process just to go through what we’d already done seemed strange to me. We’d already filled out an online application and sent in a picture, so what was the point in having us come down again to do the same thing? I suppose I could have submitted a picture of Jennifer Connolley or something in place of one of myself, but wouldn’t that be counterproductive? Maybe the casting director was from LA and had a desire to see silly Canadian comic book fans with toque head.
Anyway, a new day, a new thing to try, right? Who knows, maybe some day, I’ll be sitting across Barbara Walters talking about the experience of being a sufficiently tall background artist and it will all be worth it. 😛
*We were also instructed that, once we g0t a number and got in random line #2, we were not allowed to leave to go to the washroom, otherwise it would screw up the system. I jokingly referred to this as The Scott Pilgrim Pee Embargo of 2009.