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10:29 AM - 09.05.24 Just had a theatrical audition come in a short time ago, for an "ultra-low-budget" film. Frankly, I don't see myself in the part from the role's description - A wealthy "Dr Feelgood To The Stars" with a perma-tan who looks like the late Burt Bacharach - but it's an inoffensive two-page scene I should be able to knock out without too much bother, so I plan to do it (Beyond the physical description, the notes on the role were so open-ended, he could be anybody. So who knows? Maybe I give them a genius take on it that wins the day, and they decide the guy can look more like Billy Joel than Burt Bacharach. But anyway...) (Well crap! The handyman unclogged my sink faster than I anticipated, but now I just want to write in here. But I should get myself moving and get to GenSpace, just to get in a little singing and dancing before meeting up with Jane R this evening, for a visit to Blick and then dinner at El Coyote.) (SAT 11:40 am) Back from the Doctor... The place is closer than where I normally go (Bob Hope Medical, on LaBrea), but in a strip mall (And with no air conditioning!), so I had the definite feeling I'd come down in the world. I'd fasted for the bloodwork...but the lab person didn't show up today, so all I did was pee in a cup (And consider a large breakfast out afterward), I have to go back next Saturday to get poked. I was supposed to see a "Dr Tran", but apparently he didn't show up either (Seems I'm the only one who turned up for this exam. Maybe that's why I waited an hour before getting in, even though I was the only one in the waiting room). The doctor who did come in eventually - Dr Jaffe, I think he said - was an avuncular sort, who I'd guess is maybe a dozen years my senior. He asked questions about my history, and any other particular concerns I had (I'd come armed with a list, as Jane suggested), gave me a pretty cursory physical, seeming particularly concerned with my circulation, and asked if I wanted my prescriptions renewed (Spoiler alert: I did). He upped my Wellbutrin (When I told him my depression had worsened recently), and for reasons I don't recall at the moment, told me to cut back to every other day on my Omeprazole. But this felt more like a "meet and greet" than a check-up (Though a "meet and greet" with a Doctor I don't know if I'll ever see again). I don't think the real fun starts till they get my records and a quart or two of my blood (Dr J mentioned the need to "get a baseline" more than once during our time together). In any case, I'm taking steps to get on top of my health situation, so that's gotta be a good thing, right? Other than continuing not to hear on my commercial avail - which I was told could take as long as Monday a.m. - Yesterday was a quite pleasant day, really. Went to GenSpace, where I did sing (I do two singing "classes" during the week), but didn't get into "Latin Dance" (Which is starting to become a problem. GenSpace loses some of its luster if I can't get into classes that are fun and motivate me to move). But I enjoyed being there, and I drew a half-decent picture (I feel like I've "leveled up" in my most recent drawings), so that was an overall "win". Then in the evening, I picked up Jane, and we made a Blick run, then had dinner at El Coyote (Most famous for being where Sharon Tate and company had dinner before they were killed. But for me, they're more famous for their "street tacos"), and we finished things off with pie at House of Pies. We laugh a lot together. I'm really glad she's here. Tonight, I'm going to have dinner with my friend Cary, then see a film directed by a friend of his that he was a producer on (We're also going to have a pre-show drink with said friend and his cast and crew). I don't fully understand why I'm stressing over it...but I'm stressing over it (The Big Debate at the moment is "To drive or Lyft?". Parking is kinda stressful and expensive, while Lyft will be less stressful, but probably even more expensive, so...what to do? And beyond that, while I've never had an uneasy moment with Cary in my life, I tend to get "Odd Man Out" Syndrome when hanging out with a bunch of people who all know each other from some common place or purpose...Like "making a film" for example). And while I was with Jane last night, I had another audition come in. Initially I was excited, because it was another theatrical audition, which have been non-existent for quite a while now. But turns out it's for another role in the same "ultra-low-budget" film I'm already auditioning for So....whatever. (Like the previous role, the physical description of the character is very not me - Spray-tanned, veneer-ed, cliched "rich guy"- So my job will be to convince them their physical description of these guys is way off and in reality, both characters are so "me" they'll want to cast me in both roles.) It's a little depressing to be here now for 23 years and get nothing auditions like this. Actually, it's a lot depressing. Depressing enough that I don't want to do it. But it's not like anyone's breaking down my door to put me in something better, so I'll do what I can - They're both okay scenes, so if I audition and get in, it'll be a chance to act while making a little money, and I could certainly spend my time in worse ways, right? But right now, I'm going to spend my time taking a nap, then getting up and looking over these scenes (Planning to do the self-tapes tomorrow, withe Jane's assistance), before heading out for the big show. (Till next time...)
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