Lovin' The CW

I would have had an audition for three of the aforementioned network's shows: Reaper, Smallville, and Supernatural, had Reaper's session not gotten in the way of Smallville's Monday morning. Ah well, Reaper had first dibs, and I operate on a strict "dibs-based" system.

Supernatural was Friday morning, with my North Vancouver peeps on Brooksbank Ave. It's been a few weeks since I was last there (agent still claims that business is slower than dishwater ... wait, wrong metaphor) so it was good to see them again. I get a terrible anxiety when it's been too long between auditions; so far, I'm averaging one per week, and it's been about two weeks since my last audition (which was technically a pre-screen, but screw you, I'm counting it, a'right?)

It was a fun little part, playing on the classic Werewolf (sorry, lycanthrope) scenario with the guy mackin' on his girl in his car, claiming there's no wolves in the state of Pennsylvania, before getting hauled-off by a pair of furry paws through his car window. It was awkward as hell to "act-out" that last part, with no paws for hauling, and we all had a bit of a laugh in the room. It wasn't supposed to be played comically, but we all can acknowledge the humour that is a guy standing out of a chair screaming, while walking sideways out of frame. Yeah.

Reaper was even more fun, auditioning for a recurring role in the series. This guy was a Red Sox fan who sold his soul to the devil so the 'Sox could win the Pennant. I can promise that at least 40% of 'Sox fans actually did this. The role was fun, and the audition went OK; I seem to be basing my audition's success on what kind of direction the Casting Director gives me. If it's a "Good, now let's try it more ... " then that's OK. If it's a "we're not getting the gravity of the situation ... " that's not good. On the bright side, at least he gave me another crack at it, and he didn't just figure "this kid's not getting it, let's make sure the door doesn't hit him on the way out; I don't want ass-prints on my new doors."

I went to the agency after to pick-up some more resumes, which surprisingly had Battlestar Galactica on them (actually it just says "Battlestar", and "Paul", which wasn't the name of my character.)

"Well yeah, they paid you for it, so it goes on there."
"But what if a Casting Director wants to view my acting in this particular program?"

Well whatever, they won't. I left my agencies office with a "we'll see what comes next," such is the life of an actor.

I'm going to use my free weeks pass to the Steve Nash Fitness Centre that I got from work. My World Gym membership expired, and I will miss the place; I spent the better part of the year there, and the work has shown. It's funny how when you start something, you have a certain idea of how much work needs to be done, but once you get into it, you realize you have to do so much more, and that you can go so much further.

Happy birthday to my mom today who turns -- c'mon, you don't think I'd do that to her, do you?