7/27

On Monday I went into the city for an audition and a casting call. You're always a bit skeptical going into these things. You found the listing online, don't have any information on the project, the people involved, or even the place you're traveling to for the audition. Yet you blindly go.... well, not you...*I* do.

Very short notice. I saw the postings on Craigslist at 1 p.m. Was dressed and on a train into the city by 2:40 (it was harder than it sounds like it shouldve been.)The first audition --for a "major motion picture" was taking place from 1 to 4. I was set to arrive in Penn at 3:30. Given the fact that the audition took place at 28th St between 5th and 6th Ave (and just in case you don't know, Penn is at 34th and 7th,) I was just gonna make it! I called to verify two things. a) that there were NO FEES!!!! and b) that they would still be accepting hopefuls who came at about 3:45. I got the answers I wanted and boarded the train. Then the subway. With my resume and headshot in hand, I walked up the subway stairs to find a clog of humans on the platform, scared to go outside. There was a downpoor. Extremely heavy rain... I would have waited it out too except... time. I didn't have an umbrella, but I was wearing a jean jacket...so I covered my head as best I could. My bag was pretty big so I put the folder w/ my headshot and resume in the bag, hoping that would suffice--it didn't. I ran to the building (which was very reputable and legitimate looking. Being drenched and with a RUINED RESUME I was hoping it would be a dump.) I gave my ID to the security guard, took the elevator up and talked to the receptionist. Went into the waiting room, recieved a one page script (a part that is clearly intended for a male,) sat down and practiced. I was called into a room where one guy sat at the edge of the desk with a laptop, looking up only a few times to laugh at my nervous jokes. The man who escorted me in sat behind the desk. He asked me a few questions about what would have been on my resume had it not drowned. He then asked me if I had any questions about the part. I said I didn't and he began reading with me. Afterwards he gave me his card and instructd me to email him with my headshot and resume, and also to include what exactly I am interested in. That was it.

Next stop, The Financial District. It was just a little past 4 and the second casting call (for a music video) was being held from 7 to 11. I try, if possible, to get back to Penn before dark... so I wanted to be one of the first ones in and out. Still, I took my time getting downtown. It had stopped raining. I made my way to the subway downtown, took it to Fulton, got off around Ground Zero. Which I didn't realize..I kind of stumbled upon it and was like, why are there so many tourists--ohhh wow! I walked around the Financial District for an hour or so...took pictures. Found my way to John's Street--where I did my on-air financial internship. Finally I made my way to South Street Seaport--the destination. Which was adorable!!!! I had no idea... it's funny when you have no idea where you're going on a daily basis. Sometimes it's petrifying and it feels like your whole life is in shambles and it was a mistake to leave the house that day... and other times it takes you to a place you're elated to discover. It was on the water--which I love--with a lot of boats, street entertainers, well-maintained shops, restaurants, bakeries, breweries--everything! I walked around for a while, not spending any money thanks to my trick of only carrying a 20 into the city--which is exactly what transportation costs between the round trip LIRR ticket to the subway, and maybe a water. Finally at 6 o'clock I went to Pier 17, 3rd floor and went to the pub where the auditions were being held. The Irish (literally) bar tender parlayed a disheartening message--canceled. Or should I say postponed..until next Monday. Same time, same place... different week.

So I had two choices. The boy who works on Wall who I have dated recently but swore to him and to myself that I'd never see him again...or the boy who lives on Rectory who I hadn't seen in a year. I chose to text the latter and we had a nice dinner.