Well That Honeymoon Ended Quickly
I knew that the Xanadu audition was too good to be true and that I was being spoiled for my first time.
I went to an audition yesterday and today, while I did not have to wait in a long line all day, thankfully, I did get to experience waiting for an hour or so only to be sent home. Here is the order of those who get to be seen:
1) Equity members who get there early and get a time slot (lucky bastards)
2) Equity member alternates who get there too late for a slot but are on the list to be squeezed in should a slot open up or they run ahead.
3) Equity member candidates who are ALMOST equity but are afforded the same rights so are next on another list.
4) Non-members, the bottom feeders who have to pray that the above are few in numbers or work really fast so something opens up. That is me.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a performing bottom feeder.
So while it was a little disheartening and upsetting, I was not surprised and realize that the struggle is just beginning. The first three months are indeed going to be a bitch.
But I am making contact with some people I have not seen in a long time, trying to get to know as many people as I can, and trying not to be in the apartment all the time.