January 2007
january 30
We're at the old house in Pittsburg. I come home from school at about 11 AM, because I have an audition for a part in a horror movie about zombies. When I get to the house, I find the director and five other actors sitting around the dining room table. The director is sitting at the head of the table, on one long side are three guys (two of them look like surfers/stoners), and opposite them are two girls. I sit next to the girls. The script in front of me is incomplete; the first page is supposed to be 121, but the one I have starts on 135. Between the two of them, the surfers manage to give me a complete copy. We start reading, but instead of each taking a single part, we take turns reading one line each (including action and description, not just dialogue). I do okay on my first line, but on my second turn, I read the word "tooning" (not meant to be 'tuning' mispelled - had to do with cartoons?) as "turning" because I didn't think tooning made sense. One of the other girls tells me that I should read the sentence in my head first, because "Tooning is used right in this context." I thank her for her tip and we continue reading. The surfers are gone by this time. When it's time to read my third line, I have a hard time finishing it because the last few words are written on these little figurines scattered around the table. When I finish my line, the audition is over. I go talk to the director, who's sitting alone on the couch in the living room. I ask for his name because I forgot it. His name is Sagan. I apologize for my bad audition, and say that maybe we'll get to work together someday, on another project. He tells me I didn't do badly at all, for being unprepared. I go back to the girls, who are standing by the big window in the dining room. One of the girls is nice, one of them - the one who'd corrected me - is really bitchy. A bunch of schoolkids are walking down the street, and I make a joke about "punk kids." I see my mom, brother, and sister walking up, and this guy in a military outfit and helmet (Army?) is helping my mom walk. I rush to the front door, and ask my mom what's wrong. She said nothing, but that she had to go pick up my sister from school early. She says the actors and director arrived for the audition when she was gone, and that she wished I'd let her know so she could put away her valuables. I tell her that I knew I had the audition, but didn't know it would be at the house.
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