Over This Hill At 22
Over The Hill At 22…
I’ve been really lucky with auditions since I’ve been out in LA. By lucky, I don’t mean I’ve gotten all of them. Quite the contrary. I mean that people have been nice, and I usually walk out feeling pretty good about the situation. I’m a pretty damn good cold read, if I do say for myself, so I kind of like the thrill and challenge of seeing how I’ll fare this and that time around.
Not so well today I’m afraid. I was pretty excited for this one considering, from my perspective, I feel like I fall in the “not ugly nerd girl” category which is kind of hard to get cast in anything with. Ya know, not hot, but not ugly, not tall but not fat. That kind of thing. So when I got invited to audition for a role described basically as that, I was pretty stoked. Plus if I got it, I would get my SAG card.
I was early. It’s hard to predict traffic and it was on the other side of town so I left with plenty of time. Of course they weren’t expecting me yet, so I sat in the lobby for longer than I thought I would really when a man about my size came walking toward me.
“Who are you reading for?”
“Um, no one told me the name, but the 5’3” artsy nerdy type.”
“Oh. We are looking more in the 18-22 age range.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“What range do you usually play?”
“Oh, early twenties.”
“Really?!?”
“Really.”
“Well. That won’t work for this part.”
Seriously. He was shocked. I’ve been told I look older than my age before, but really? Too old to play the age that I actually am? Man, Luke Perry was like 30 when he was on Beverly Hills 90210 and he looked like he had been smoking a pack a day since he was 13 anyway. My tits aren’t saggy, I don’t have wrinkles and my booty has even gotten pretty perky recently (hey thanks Wii Fit). So what’s the deal?
Lord help me when I’m 50.
