The intimidating “industry” has entered the quiet season. I’ve been quiet. I’ve also been away. I’ve been away to hot
weather, humidity, swimming in the ocean at night and walking around at 2 and still
feeling hot. I thought we had escaped the heart of winter back in South Africa.
Alas, the week that we
arrived home Johannesburg was hit with winter rain (which we never get) and
hailstorms (usually exclusively a December/January thing). It was cold. Colder for
myself and Mauritz as we covered up our tans. And then the email for an
audition comes.
I walked out of my
house on Friday at 8:30 for my 9:30 audition. Now when you audition you want to
look good. And by good I mean sleek. As sleek as possible. The camera is really an unforgiving friend. and casting directors usually only need seconds to decide, based solely on what you look like, if they want you for a callback or not. So I can’t wear
tights under my jeans, or something under my shirt. I don't want extra bumps or lines. The casting director needs to see what I look like. What I do do though, is put
on the thickest, warmest coat I can find which simultaneously won’t cause my
hair to become static. I forage for a scarf preferably not made of wool (see
jacket annotation) and anything that has a zip in the front that won’t ruin my
hair or makeup. This means I left my house in a jacket that would protect against
the cold and the rain (an unusual combination in Johannesburg) and a scarf
around my neck that I could put around my feet while I’m waiting.
When I arrived at the
audition I had one of those golden moments. I picked up a form and before I
could start to fill it out I was ushered into the audition space to be briefed
on what I had to do. I started taking off my layers as I walked in. Upon arrival I was given a spoon and told I had to pretend to eat
something.
I’ve eaten things in
auditions before. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve had to do. But when I looked
down at the spoon it was covered in lipstick. Needless to say it wasn’t my
shade. I looked up at the casting director. I think there was slight panic in
my eyes. And also, I was trying not to shiver.
“Please don't actually put that spoon
in your mouth though. Just pretend”
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