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HAHAHAHAHA. Perez had his usual voting items up and this post happened to be about Jessica Alba's new bangs. Apparently I was the first to vote, so this happened.
Today began with my screen test. I was confident being that I had practiced numerous times in the "food warming area" of my building. It was a scene from Garden State, I read the part of Sam.
I got my new boots from Aldo which are fabulous and I think I feel like a real person now. I saw Stefano (my adopted Italian son) as soon as I got to the SoHo building and I practiced a few times with him. Then I made some new friends until I was called into my screen test. The lady (I believe her name is Bella) had noticed my impeccable taste in clothing and told me I looked sharped. I mean, this is like an audition right? Aren't you suppose to look sharp? I walked up to her and shook her hand (It's the Public Relations in me) which may have caught her a bit off guard. She then ran through some standard questions: How old are you? Where are you from? Do you have a degree? OH YOU DO HAVE A DEGREE? (I think she may have liked that). I then did my scene with one of the NYFA students who stood behind the camera. It's a bit tough to feel completely tension free when standing on a mark but I handled it pretty well. She asked me if I had a monologue prepared. Of course I did.
Sasha's monologue from Ivanov by Anton Chekhov.
"There are many great things that a man cannot understand. Any girl would rather love an unfortunate man than a fortunate one because, well, every girl would like to do something by loving. A man has his work to do so, for him, love is kept in the background. To talk to his wife, to walk with her in the garden, just to pass the time pleasantly with her. That's all love means to a man. But for us, love means life. I love you. That means that I shall only dream of how I shall cure you of your sadness, how I shall go with you to the ends of the earth. If you are in heaven, I am in heaven! If you are in the pit, I am in the pit. For instance, it would be my greatness pleasure to write all night for you or to watch all night that no one should wake you. I remember, three years ago, you came to us. You were all tired, dirty and sunburned. You asked me for a drink of water and by the time I had brought it to you, you were already laying on the couch sleeping like a dead man. You slept there for half a day. And I watched the entire time that no one should disturb you. How happy I was. You see, the more a girl can do...the better her love will be...that is, I mean, the more she feels it."
I confessed my love to the NYFA student and it was funny because he reacted. When I told him I loved him. I guess I did it truthfully. I always do that one truthfully.
So she says "Very Good. Now do it like you really have to pee."
She's testing to see if I'll change it up. Which I did.
She then informed me of a class that was audition only (the advanced level?) and that she would see if there was room for me. If not, she assured me I would be in a very good level.
I left happy. But not satisfied. I could have given a lot more vulnerability, taken more risks. I like never being satisfied because once I'm satisfied what is left to work towards? Then I can die. I'm not ready to die.
Anyway, I signed up for my headshot time and went outside to smoke a cig. Turns out Stefano, who is currently living in a hotel, smokes too.
"Yes. I quit but I'm back on them." (he's 19 btw)
*his cigarette goes out*
"THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN IN ITALY. ITALY IS A COUNTRY OF THE SUN."
then I laughed, said goodbye Italian style and headed over to the SVA dorms to meet Erin for some lunching. Then napped and got up to go see a play (FOR FREE!) with Stefanie (our new friend Jason ditched). We saw "The Judgement of Paris." Pretty amazing. I got an apple thrown at my face. I shall blog about this later. I don't go to the theatre to escape, I go to witness both new and familiar ideas and to think. I have thoughts. Too many for right now. Let me organize them.
Headshots in the afternoon. I think I'll try to clean the bathroom now.
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