Through the crazy-ass social network that is New York City, I was approached by a cable channel to audition to be on a new reality TV series. I would be a panelist, not a contestant.
The audition was at 3pm yesterday. On camera.
You should know, first of all, that I get stage fright. If I am even ASKED to do some kind of acting (I’m talking Company Skit, here) my hands sweat preemptively and my just just HAMMERS. It’s not pretty. Back when I was a rock drummer, I would sometimes be so panicky and stiff that I didn’t have FUN until the last song of the set. And then I was like: "FUCK! Now I want to play!" And then it would be over.
So, this time, I actually prayed. I said “God, if I’m supposed to humiliate myself, let me humiliate myself. Just let me do the job I’m supposed to do.”
And I had a blast.
They surprised me a few times. Asked me to do parts of my job on camera, in a roleplaying mode. I did. At the end, they said "Rich, you were amazing. If you don't here from us in three weeks, call me." So that's a good sign. After this, they said, they'd do a callback with the full panel of finalists.
Hmm. Strange what comes knockin' at the door.
3 comments:
wow. congratulations, and good luck!
Sounds like a great experience. Good luck buddy!
As a rule, I try not to watch "reality tv". It's kind of like buying a processed dehydrated lard-filled McDonald's chocolate shake, leaving it out in the sun a few days, and then calling it "reality food".
Still, lemme know when it'll be on. :>
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