Also, there’s beer. One nice cold dark, rich, oatmeal stout from Trader Joe’s called Stockyard. Not enough to mess you up, not even get your nose tingling, but just helps ring the sponge of the day from your being.
Tomorrow I have a call back for ‘Hijacker #6′ (technically I’m a car jacker, but a call back is a call back!).
I’ve never put much effort in to trying to ‘Be an Actor’. it was never my goal, my intention my dream. Maybe a little dream, but Writer was always my first priority. I like acting though, I like escaping into something. Which is what appeals about writing as well.
Now with a baby on the way, a timer has been started and I find myself thinking ‘I could do this, I could really do this’. The stars have always seemed to align and push me to acting, and I’ve always guffawed on it and been like “Oh that…”
But not, I feel a real need to make a solid effort on it, to focus as much as possible on that possibility that, shit maybe that’s the thing I need to do.
Years ago a friend of mine needed a ride to Central Casting (it’s where you go to register to become an extra, or background actor). It was a long line, and it looked like either I’d spend 3 hours waiting for her in my car, or I could just go along for the ride, stand in line and pay 20 bucks to register.
So I did, cause why the hell not.
They made a big deal of telling us to get jobs you have to call the hot line, that there’s only a 1% chance they’ll ever call you.
Two weeks later, they called me. A job on ‘Providence’.
I has some other obligation, probably my day job and I figured ‘Oh well, guess that was my one chance’.
A month later I got another call, to be on the Drew Carey show. I worked that show for two seasons and in the end I’d worked so much I basically had to join SAG.
I came out of it with a new best friend and a few years later she became my first Agent.
I didn’t even have a choice in the matter, she called me up and said “I got a job at an agency. You’re my client now.”
I ok, why the hell not.
It was only a month or so after that phone, she called and told me I had an audition for some show called ‘Tim and Eric’. I’d never heard of it. I looked up one clip online and asked her “Do I have to do this?” she told me to go audition for the experience, and the next day I became RAZ. People still come up to me on the street to this day telling me how much they love Raz.
It’s pretty awesome, and I love they for doing it. I used to give people Zines whenever they recognized me, but I’ve run out. I should get more of those made up.
Since then I’ve made hundreds of my own videos and live streams, I’ve been in youtube videos for awesome people like Shane Dawson and Brittani Taylor, Black Box TV and Fury of Solace.
My best friend stopped being my agent a while ago, and I kind of got passed along and forgotten about in my agency until recent.
A new agent took over my account, and actually started submitting me to things.
Since my best friend had me, he’s the first of the agents who actually met me face to face. Good solid East Coast guy.
In an Unrelated note, my friends Matt Mercer and Marisha Ray called me in last second to be a part of the Game of Thrones parody series (which was awesome).
And now I’m purging my min the night before I head in to a call back for a PSA.
I’m loving it.
There’s a long anticipation to an audition. It’s a fuzziness that rides all over your skin, like radio waves or a really intense coffee buzz. I wouldn’t call it stage fright, it’s more like your body is trying with all it’s elemental power to move time.
All day, all you have is this impending event and the seconds become louder and louder as it approaches.
Anything could happen, nobody has so much control over their body that they can’t expect whatever happens will be a complete failure. And even if you’re amazing, you’re almost immediately wrong for the part. Casting directors either already have a preconceived notion of what this part should look like, or worse yet they have no idea what this part should look like. But the reality is, it almost certainly doesn’t look like you. It sure as hell doesn’t look like me. I’ve never been to an audition where I thought “Holy shit, these guys all look like me”.
You walk in to that room, where you’re sure to fail and be wrong for the part as well and think ‘Why the hell not?’
And I love that.
So between now and July I’m going to try my dammest to make a go of being an actor, because Why the Hell Not?