A bit of
backstory: I auditioned for the very first version of this sketch show oh so many years ago. I
passed the first round of auditions and was invited back to the callbacks, but
when I showed up to THE CHURCH* where said callbacks were, all the doors were
locked and I had no number to call the company with. I trudged home though the
snow, pretty pissed off. I sent a curt but polite email to them the next day
explaining the situation. Their response was basically, “Shucks! Thanks for making
the effort anyway!” I knew the door thing wasn’t directly their fault, but I
was so ticked off that I’d swore I’d never audition for the company ever again.
Fast forward four years:
I
auditioned for two women (last time it had been two dudes). I did my “What Cops
Know” monologue. I didn’t feel good about it. I felt as if I’d under performed it.
Afterwards
one of them asked me to relate a story that had happened to me while on the el.
I related the same story I told the last time about the punk lesbian couple’s
encounter with the vulgar bro dudes. And that was that.
The next
day I got the rejection email. It was written by the one who spent the entirety
of my monologue looking at my resume.
A few months later I wound up seeing the show with my then girlfriend (who'd just been cast in the twenty-third version of the show). I didn't think it was good. And that ain't sour grapes talkin'.
*THE CHURCH is just that - a church. But a lot of auditions take place here and it'll show up again in this blog.
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