TV Audtion Number Two.

In case you thought the offices of a major TV production studio were fancy, I’m here to tell you that it isn’t always the case. While this office is atmospherically very pleasant, it is physically like any other… only more casual.

For the second time ever, I got asked to audition for a TV show. It seems that a well-known production company is putting together a show that involves people in my field helping other people do better in their field.

They emailed me because they were looking for someone to host the show who, well, was a lot like me: someone 30-40, outgoing, has teaching experience, is in this particular field of expertise, etc.

They invited me in because they liked my written response to their email, and thought I sounded good on the answering machine when I followed up with a phone call.

Pardon. Can you move over, please? My ego needs more room.

I arrived 15 minutes early. Before I went upstairs, I said the Serenity Prayer, and asked God to help me do whatever it was that I was supposed to do as well as I was supposed to do it. I also called a TV-experienced friend of mine (who gave me advice the night before) and told him:

“If I don’t pee on anyone, I’ll consider this a big success.”

She said: “This is going to be quick. We’re just going to do a 3-5 minute video, and then we’ll edit it down and send it upstairs.”

She told me where to look (to the right of the camera), and asked me to repeat the questions back to her before I answered them. Then she asked me questions about my job, my life and my field. And I answered them the best I could, trying not to think about why I was there at all.

I think she was a little surprised when, in response to a general “describe yourself” question, I said: “Well, I own my own gorilla suit, which has always been a lifelong dream of mine, and I buy glowsticks in bulk.”

When it was over, she said: “Well, you did great. You seem confident on camera, you definitely know your business, you’re funny, and the fact that you can change your schedule to accommodate the shooting schedule is a real plus. I’d be totally surprised if you didn’t get a callback.”

I’m afraid you have to move over some more. My ego just grew again.

My TV friend said: “Congratulations! Now forget about it. You did as well as you can do, but someone upstairs might reject it for a totally different reason. But good job, brother.”

So I’m reveling in a fun event for a moment, then I’m getting back to work.

Love to all. Even you, the two twenty-somethings engaged in a very loud conversation about how much they hate their boss.