Get Ready for This

Hi all,

Here’s a quick update on what’s been going on.  My meeting with Good Faith Casting went great.  I met with the head, Faith Hibbs-Clark, and she was very nice.  I read a bit of commercial copy on-camera for her and she was impressed with my skills.  I am now in their casting database.  I haven’t gotten any auditions from my agent yet and I don’t know why.

I auditioned for The Man in the Black Pajamas, an interesting scientific drama by local playwright, Charles Hinckley, last Monday and I got a callback yesterday.  I would love to be in a play again.  It’s a stipend-paying production.  I have another audition tomorrow for Good Night Desdemona (Good Morning Juliet) with Class 6 Theatre.

I have been getting a lot of days of work through the school districts and I have a three-day assignment starting tomorrow.  They use an automated phone system for assignments, which is a serious annoyance since it can call you beginning at 5am and you have no idea when it will call you for an assignment that day or for another day.  It calls for future assignments and daily assignments.

Sabotencon is this coming weekend and I’m excited!  Get your tickets at http://sabotencon.conmagick.com/.  I’m going to be in the Masquerade.  I will be dressed up as an original character shinigami from Bleach and I made my costume myself.  You have to pre-record your dialogue so I’ll have to record it on my computer.  It’s Saturday night of the convention at 7:30pm.  So please come.

Off to bed as I must get up for work tomorrow.  I wish it was on a film set.

The Rite of Exorcism Comes to Theatres!

Hi all,

I want to invite all of you in the Phoenix area to see The Rite of Exorcism in theatres.  The docudrama will have a limited run from October 25-November 6 at Ultra Star Cinemas in Scottsdale and Surprise.  The website for tickets is http://theritephoenix.com and I also put the link in the blogroll.  The vignette that I’m in is towards the end of the film and I play a lady named Donna.  Veritas Pictures provided me a full copy of the film and it is fascinating with top-quality production values.

So get your tickets now!

Tell Me It’s Not True

Hi all,

I have decided that since it’s the 10-year anniversary of the attacks of September 11, that I need to do a tribute post.  I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do this tragedy much justice, but I’ll try.  I remember Toni Morrison’s tribute that was in Vanity Fair, I believe, in a commemorative issue and it was so eloquent and beautiful.  I wish I could write like her.

So it was a normal day.  I heard that the weather in New York was perfect and sunny that day with no clouds in the sky.  I was going to school at Loyola Marymount University in LA.  I was 19.  I had my history class that morning at 8:15am and we were going to have a quiz.  I woke up right at 6am, which is strange considering that that was 9am in New York and the time when the first plane hit the first tower.  Was it intuition or something?  I didn’t watch TV that morning so I had no idea what was happening.  I showered and dressed and went to University Hall (the former Hughes Aircraft Building) and to the coffee shop downstairs for breakfast.  When I was walking over, I overheard two construction workers, who were working on the new on-campus apartment buildings, talk about the first tower falling and something to do with increased surveillance at LAX.  I must have been half-asleep because I thought they were talking about a communication tower at LAX being down.  I had breakfast and went to class.  I got out my notebook and then the fire alarm went off and a message blared over the intercom to evacuate the building.  I had absolutely no idea what was going on.  We all went outside and people decided to smoke, which they always did during fire drills.  I didn’t appreciate it.  After a few minutes, the security officers let us back in and our professor said class was cancelled.  I still didn’t know what was going on.

I went back to my dorm and e-mailed my mom, who was on a cruise to Alaska, about the tower at LAX and class being cancelled.  I then flipped back to the homepage and saw the photo of the towers.  I thought for a moment it was from a movie and then quickly found out it wasn’t.  I read the latest information and e-mailed my mom back the news.  I never thought that that kind of thing could ever happen in real life and it still doesn’t make sense.  Why would someone use passenger planes as bombs and attack office buildings?  These were ordinary people minding their own business.  Why would anyone do this to anyone!?  I was lucky to not have lost anyone but a freshman at LMU lost his dad, who was a passenger on one of the airplanes.  All classes were cancelled that day and some the next.  I turned on the news to get the latest coverage and I desperately wanted to turn it off and undo what was happening.  But I couldn’t change the channel without seeing the coverage.  I had never before or since seen the same footage on every channel.  I decided to write a very angry poem about these horrific events and I don’t know if I’ll ever share it.  I found the terrorists’ actions to be unforgivable and I still do.  They had no justification whatsoever and may God help me for what I don’t forgive.

My mom called me to make sure I was alright.  I reassured her that I was safe, but I really needed my mommy.  Peter Jennings helmed the special evening broadcast and in the midst of chaos was like a comforting uncle.  He made me feel less afraid and I never even knew him personally.  I was devastated when he died a few years later.  They organized a memorial mass that day and being part of the church choir, I sang in the service.  I would have loved to do a solo; it was the least I could do for those who died; but not being one of the chosen lead cantors, I wasn’t allowed.  I haven’t yet been able to do a proper tribute.  I thought up a musical but it never took shape.  All I can seem to do is write about what happened to me that day.  The one thought that kept going through my mind is the line from the ending song in Blood Brothers, “Tell me it’s not true/Say it’s just a story…”  I didn’t want it to be real.  I couldn’t cry that day; I don’t know why.

It seems to be thousands of years in the past and like it happened yesterday at the same time.  I haven’t lost too many people and no one very close to me.  All I know about losing someone special is that the pain doesn’t go away and time doesn’t always help.  God bless us all and keep us from harm.

The Singing Cactus

Hi all,

I got behind with my posts.  I didn’t get into the Christmas singing group.  I never know exactly what voice these groups are looking for.  My singing gig went great and the lady, Linda, was absolutely thrilled and all the guests loved my performance.  That made me so happy.

Some people in my past have accused me of not being able to sing in tune.  It was actually because I hold tension in my face and throat causing my vocal chords to tense and stretch, which leads to not getting the right note.  Most people know better than to tell me I can’t sing in tune.  Once upon a time in high school I was in the liturgy band, which performed at school mass.  I decided to do cantoring for the first time in my life and there was a special class for it.  I had never soloed before so I would get so nervous that hardly any sound would come out.  The teachers in charge of the lit band treated me as a potential embarrassment and one of them told me not to mess up the song one day.  After that year, they had cantoring be audition-only and I missed the sign-up so I couldn’t cantor the following year.  The next year I made the sign-ups and auditioned.  I didn’t make the cut, which was preposterous as I’d done it before.  The cantor list was on one of the teacher-leader’s doors and while I was reading it he was coming into his office.  I wanted a good explanation and he started into a pseudo-apology speech about how I had a beautiful voice but couldn’t sing in tune.  I didn’t buy it and said I had to go.  He was obviously forced to use the people the choir teacher liked and I was the only person who wanted to cantor that wasn’t in choir at the time.  I had to teach myself that just because someone says that I don’t have the ability to do something, doesn’t mean they are right.

I auditioned for a murder mystery company but I didn’t get cast in their first show of the year.  I had two auditions that were laughable.  I auditioned for this one student film, by myself, and it took about an hour.  The director thoroughly went through and acted out the entire movie.  I was reading for a middle-aged boss who was originally supposed to be played by a man.  I’m far from that age and don’t even look the age I am.  He told me to go see Love and Basketball and Miss Congeniality to get a sense of the part and audition again the next week.  The school is far out and that’s just plain silly so I said I couldn’t.  The other one was for an independently-produced children’s musical.  The audition consisted of going to the writer-producer’s apartment and reading through the script.  Rehearsals were going to be at his apartment and then at a hotel.  The director and him didn’t really know what they were doing and the script had glaring typos.  They loved me and badly wanted me to play a British dog but I saw red lights flashing before my eyes and had to run away from that production.  The writer-producer’s defense was that you have to start somewhere and I said, “I’ve already started.”  You have to be careful not to do projects with people less capable than you are.

I don’t know if I’ll be getting a callback from the Equity theatres this season.  I wonder if it’s my acting or my look or something.  I will be meeting with a major casting director sometime this coming week.  I am so excited!

I’ve gotten some more assignments from the school districts.  The reference went through at that one district and I got my first substitute teacher assignment ever.  I can’t give specific details but it was one of the worst days of my life.  It was worse than a migraine and wiped me out for way longer.  I found a posting for a long-term drama substitute teacher assignment at a high school and I put my hat in for the position.  That should actually be fun as drama is what I do best and the students will want to be there since it’s a fun class.

I want the good life.