December 9, 1991
While at my club (Nautilus Aerobics Plus) last night, I saw a make-shift flyer on the wall for an OPEN CALL for Beverly Hills 90210 for men 18 or older to play 17-18. Now, the only words bigger than OPEN CALL on the flyer were WELL BUILT. But I made my way into the valley this morning to give it a whirl anyway.
This was the audition:
Woman #1: Can I help you?
Me: I'm here to audition for 90210.
Woman #1: Do you have a photo and resume?
Me: Yup. [I fish it out of my trusty Premiere Magazine and hand it to her.] Here you go.
Woman #1: Is there a number on here?
Me: At the top -
Woman #1: Oh, here, 'service.' Alright, that's it&ldots; hold on, let me check something.
[Woman #1 disappears into the back room.. She returns behind Woman #2 who looks me over.]
Me: Hi.
Woman #2: Hi. [She looks at my resume, back at me.] Do you work out?
Me: Yes, I do.
Woman #2: Well&ldots;do you&ldots;could&ldots;you take your jacket off? I hate this part.
Me: Sure. (laughing along with her) [I take it off and stand there, dork city-downtown]
Woman #2: OK, and you lift weights as well as all the things listed here?
Me: Yup.
Woman #2: OK. Thanks.
Woman #1: (In some sort of consultatory way, she mutters something like: ) It's been a long&ldots;We've seen a lot of&ldots;Thanks for coming in.
Me: OK. Thank you.
[exit]
OK. Thank you for nothing. Poorly executed. I didn't reach. I didn't try to make a friend. Ask questions. Talk. Get feedback. Don't be someone they simply scurry out the door. Remember this.
Stuff:
Beverly Hills 90210