Passing My Own Audition
Posted: May 10th, 2013, 1:30 pm
I originally posted this as a Facebook note, which inspired some conversation here. Feel free to check it out.
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Someone asked me a question about auditions, and after a little talking, I asked if I could tell her an anecdote that helped me out. What I intended to be a few sentences turned into the following. So, I thought I'd put it up for everyone to see.
A few years ago, I was going to a lot of auditions and not getting any of the roles. Specifically, I auditioned for multiple shows in a row for one theater company. And I killed it. That’s not just ego talking either. The auditions were held during mixers so a room full of people would see everyone’s audition time. I had people come up to me after the auditions, email me, text me, send me messages on Facebook, and even comment in public view on Facebook about scenes I did that they loved. Multiple people, including some of the people in charge of shows, would tell me that I fit perfectly into what that show was doing. I went home each time quite proud of myself and glowing from the praise. Then, days would go by with no response from the director until I’d receive the mass email that alerted everyone who didn’t get in the show about who did get cast. Every time, and I mean every time, it would tear me down.
I’d get angry. I’d get depressed.
No one liked my performances. Were people lying to me? Were they just being polite? What the hell were those directors seeing in those other people? They’re the same damn people every time. Maybe I missed the point of the show and audition. No, I got it right. I know the material. Hell, I know it better than so many others who auditioned and some of them got cast. And that one person? She stunk it up during the audition. I guess it pays to be friends with the people casting the show.
No one likes me. No one wants to work with me. What had they heard? Are they right to not want to work with me? Am I not just that bad of an improviser, but am I that bad of a person to be around? No, I’m a nice guy. Wait, am I too nice? Do people just walk over me all the time because of that? Fuck.
Then, one day, I just stopped feeling like this. Okay, that’s not quite true. I had taken an assessment of my life and realized I needed to make a few changes, because I didn’t really like who I was at the time. There’s a whole lot more here involving loved ones, work, writing, and more. Mostly, I needed to adjust my state of mind to look at everything with a different perspective. Luckily, I’m trained to do that as an improviser and a writer. (Not that people who aren’t those things can’t also do that, but the concept should’ve come easier and faster to me than it did.) So, I reached a conclusion about all of those auditions that changed me, in relation to my feelings about auditions at least.
I simply didn’t fit the aesthetics they were looking for. Whether that was the individual directors or the theater as a whole, I didn’t have a certain look or attitude being sought out. Even if I did fit into the worlds the directors were creating, it turned out that someone else also fit them and the other person was someone the directors either knew well from working with before or they were giving a brand new person a shot. I didn’t fit the aesthetics they were looking for, and that freed me up to no longer be angry or depressed.
Since then, I’ve auditioned for a lot of shows. Some of them I’ve gotten cast in, and others, I haven’t. I still get bummed out when I don’t get in shows I’m excited to be in. That, I’ll freely admit. But I move on much faster than I did before. That one audition doesn’t determine my worth as a performer or a person. I do that.
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Someone asked me a question about auditions, and after a little talking, I asked if I could tell her an anecdote that helped me out. What I intended to be a few sentences turned into the following. So, I thought I'd put it up for everyone to see.
A few years ago, I was going to a lot of auditions and not getting any of the roles. Specifically, I auditioned for multiple shows in a row for one theater company. And I killed it. That’s not just ego talking either. The auditions were held during mixers so a room full of people would see everyone’s audition time. I had people come up to me after the auditions, email me, text me, send me messages on Facebook, and even comment in public view on Facebook about scenes I did that they loved. Multiple people, including some of the people in charge of shows, would tell me that I fit perfectly into what that show was doing. I went home each time quite proud of myself and glowing from the praise. Then, days would go by with no response from the director until I’d receive the mass email that alerted everyone who didn’t get in the show about who did get cast. Every time, and I mean every time, it would tear me down.
I’d get angry. I’d get depressed.
No one liked my performances. Were people lying to me? Were they just being polite? What the hell were those directors seeing in those other people? They’re the same damn people every time. Maybe I missed the point of the show and audition. No, I got it right. I know the material. Hell, I know it better than so many others who auditioned and some of them got cast. And that one person? She stunk it up during the audition. I guess it pays to be friends with the people casting the show.
No one likes me. No one wants to work with me. What had they heard? Are they right to not want to work with me? Am I not just that bad of an improviser, but am I that bad of a person to be around? No, I’m a nice guy. Wait, am I too nice? Do people just walk over me all the time because of that? Fuck.
Then, one day, I just stopped feeling like this. Okay, that’s not quite true. I had taken an assessment of my life and realized I needed to make a few changes, because I didn’t really like who I was at the time. There’s a whole lot more here involving loved ones, work, writing, and more. Mostly, I needed to adjust my state of mind to look at everything with a different perspective. Luckily, I’m trained to do that as an improviser and a writer. (Not that people who aren’t those things can’t also do that, but the concept should’ve come easier and faster to me than it did.) So, I reached a conclusion about all of those auditions that changed me, in relation to my feelings about auditions at least.
I simply didn’t fit the aesthetics they were looking for. Whether that was the individual directors or the theater as a whole, I didn’t have a certain look or attitude being sought out. Even if I did fit into the worlds the directors were creating, it turned out that someone else also fit them and the other person was someone the directors either knew well from working with before or they were giving a brand new person a shot. I didn’t fit the aesthetics they were looking for, and that freed me up to no longer be angry or depressed.
Since then, I’ve auditioned for a lot of shows. Some of them I’ve gotten cast in, and others, I haven’t. I still get bummed out when I don’t get in shows I’m excited to be in. That, I’ll freely admit. But I move on much faster than I did before. That one audition doesn’t determine my worth as a performer or a person. I do that.