The other day when I told you all that I had a commercial audition for Publix, I didn’t tell you the prayer that I said under my breath as I placed the hairnet on my head. It went something like this:
“Dear God, Please don’t let me run into anyone I know.”
I found out today that I have a callback tomorrow for the Publix commercial. I have to drive clear across the state to Tampa for it as well. AND I HAVE TO WEAR THE HAIRNET AGAIN.
It finally occurred to me that if I should be blessed enough to book this thing, I’m gonna be running into a whole lot of people I know on their 60 inch television screens while I’M WEARING A HAIRNET.
So, I’m not quite sure how to pray for this one.
“Dear God, Forgive my vanity, and make me look not horrible in a hairnet.”
It just so happens that I was in Publix today (before I learned of the callback). I was ordering lunch meat from the gal behind the deli (which is the role I was auditioning for). I looked at all the girls (and guys) behind the counter wearing their hairnets. Not a single one was self conscious. And I took a particular liking to the lady that helped me, because I could tell that she enjoyed her job. She made it a priority to make eye contact, smile, and joke with her customers. And I noticed a mischievous quality about her as she tried to hide a chuckle when overhearing a grumpy elderly patron giving an older and even grumpier deli employee what for. And that older deli employee was not lying down and taking it.
I do believe that encounter has given me the motivation I need for this audition. If I were a method actor. Which I am not. Really.
Moving on. Fiddledaddy went to see the movie he was in, “Battle: Los Angeles” last Friday during a matinee. Thankfully, he was still in the movie. You just really never know until you see it. The only hint he would give me as to whether he was offed or not, was “I will likely not be in the sequel.”
And many of you guessed correctly, he does play the reporter on the street during an attack. I’m going to try to go see it with him in the next week. I LOVE that kind of movie that simply scares the tar out of me. And makes me want to go out and stock up on canned goods.
And no matter how much bribery and begging my children throw at us, they will not be viewing this movie. As I don’t want them sleeping on my head at night.
If I have enough bravery in me, I’ll video tape my auditioning escapades tomorrow and perhaps have a vlogging experience. But I’m not promising anything. I mean, if I can post a photograph of myself wearing a stocking over my head for all of the blogosphere to see, what’s a hairnet. Am I right?
Wish me luck. Or a broken leg. Nevermind. I take that back. 🙂