I love acting, but I’ve come to realize that it’s really weird. In a good way, I mean.

Tonight I had a callback for a play at the Alliance Theatre Company, where I am a member. I think it went well. I had to do a monologue where the character was wasted and in an Ecstasy-induced state of euphoria which causes her to want nothing other than sex.

Very fun to do indeed! And it made me giggle the whole way home.

Keep your fingers crossed, ’cause this is a role that would be really new for me…

I sit in the theatre and I feel comfortable. It’s familiar. It’s friendly. It’s home.
I sit in the theatre and I feel cold. My body aches just a little. My heart fills with melancholy lust.
I sit in the theatre and I smile. I shudder. I yearn. I weep without tears.

I sit in the theatre. I walk away from the theatre. I think about the theatre. I return to the theatre.

I cannot leave the theatre vacant. I must sit in the theatre.

A week ago tomorrow was an awesome day!

I woke up early and prepped myself for the long day ahead. I showered. I blew my hair dry…all fluffy and full (it’d been awhile). I packed three bags.

In the first, my clothes for S Factor. Comfy pants, shorts, knee pads, tank top, iPod.

In the second, my makeshift halloween costume. Shortish skirt, black tank top, big ol’ spider for my hair, spiderweb tights, knee high black boots.

In the third, audition outfit. Tight black pants, black v-neck shirt, blue jean jacket, eyeglasses (role=attractively bookish young woman who does research in a museum who gets killed after 2 lines and a blood curdling scream).

Arrive at S Factor at 8am. Class for 3 hours.

Change clothes in bathroom. Makeup. Drive to audition.

Arrive at the audition and kick it’s ass enough to get called back to the Producers session. (another small step for this actress)

Freak out in the car and call a bunch of people to tell them about it.

Go out to my weekly Friday lunch at “Toast”, the most yummy of all yum, with work friends.

Back to work. For some working, of course.

Return to the TV studio for my Producers session. And kick ass again, I think.

Go back to S Factor. Change back into S Factor clothes. Co-teach for two hours.

Go to Natalie’s house. Change into Halloween costume

Go to the “Rockstar” party in the Hollywood Hills. (You know the energy drink that isn’t Red Bull?)

Watch all the Hollywood types get drunk. Laugh at how little clothing people are wearing. (Was there a contest I didn’t know about?)

Notice there is a pole installed. Do some pole tricks. And teach some to others.

Get a little digusted and a lot bored. So I leave.

The best part of the day? Yep. You guessed it. Killing the audition! And even though I didn’t get the part, the casting director (a toughie) liked me enough to call me in for producers. It’s only a matter of time before someone says, “She’s our girl”. And now I’m even one step closer.

Last night I ventured out to the theatre to see a friend’s show. The play was really good and the audience gathered in the lobby afterward to congratulate the actors…

The lights were low, people were mostly in silhouette, and I had no expectation of seeing anyone I might know. I glanced over to the little bar and I saw a gentleman in a suit drinking a beer. As my eyes adjusted I realized it was my agent. I thought to myself, “Hey, that’s Charles,” so I smiled and made my way closer to him.

I wasn’t sure he recognized me, so I questioned if it was indeed Charles, but I knew he was from my agency so I said, “Hi. Are you Ian?” (Ian is the newest agent at my agency and might not know me out of context).

“No, it’s Charles. Hi Ali,” Charles said giving me a hug.

[color=turquoise]Shit! Insert foot in mouth…and try to dig myself out of the hole.[/color]

“Oh, Charles, I’m so sorry. I knew it was you, but it was dark and it’s so out of context and…and…and…etc, etc.”

Charles was really sweet about it and he proceeded to give me some nice feedback he’d heard from a producer I’d auditioned for recently. We had a really nice chat, but I of course was internally obsessing over the fact that I called my agent by the wrong name!!!

This is one for my memoirs…

What a ditz.