Pardon my screentest
There are few things more excrutiating to me than waiting all day for something I really am not sure I want to do.

Let me explain.

I was contacted to appear in a movie about the blogger revolution. It doesn’t come until next year unfortunately, but from what I’ve read of the script, it seems like they did their homework. Yes, it’s a stupid screwball comedy with a worn-out plot, but what movie isn’t?

So I got the call to show up for the screentest (in fashionable Grosse Pointe). The room was ice cold and underlit, making all of us appear worse than usual. I was told to fill out two forms and have a seat. I did so. Along with 38 other men trying out for the same part.

I was 23rd in line. It could be worse.

It got worse.

Remember those awful orange, plastic, stacking chairs that are ergonomically designed for gibbons? Well that. To top it off, the man directly behind me couldn’t sit still for more than eight seconds at a time. Naturally, he had the squeakiest chair.

Despite all this, I was unusually calm. Then I noticed my belt.

Or should I say, that I forgot to wear one? Not that my pants weren’t in danger of slipping off. I just obssess over things like that. So the entire time I am reciting lines I’m thinking that the casting director is looking for my belt. I finished reading without a hitch. I realized that my fears were completely unfounded when she looked up and smiled.

She seemed pleased and had only one coment, “Of course you need to wear a belt for this character. Is that going to be a problem for you David?”

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