Juno

So I went to an audition yesterday. Here's the breakdown:

JUNO STORY - MALE / Non-Union / "MTV music video" / Lead / Male / Caucasian / 21-27
Younger, cool looking male, 21-27, who realizes that his girlfriend is about to have their baby IN PUBLIC on the corner of a street. Must be able to give a range of emotions. Action is in your facial expressions
Wardrobe: Cool, casual, maybe a hoody. If cast, shall bring some wardrobe changes.
Rate: $250/ 8 hours

I decided to play up the Juno-ness of the breakdown. So I wore a red t-shirt (which looked almost exactly like the one in the movie), a hoody, and a yellow sweatband. I thought it would be great.

I got there, and the director said,
"All right great. So now, you're no longer going to be returning the purse, you're the one who steals it, has a change of heart, and then brings it back."
Yes, it has nothing to do with Juno. Or the breakdown. I was part of a gang of guys who steal a purse. I was the one with the conscience. So I stole a purse, knocked a girl down, and brought the purse back. All with a yellow headband on.

I hope the band has a really good time with the audition of the guy who has on a sweatband for no reason whatsoever.

A Way to Feel Really Old...

Go through all of your saved emails. Preferably from an account you no longer use. You'll see all the emails from people you like but don't really talk to any more. And then you look and see that you really haven't talked to some of them in 3 years, which seems like a very, very, very long time.

I used to think nostalgia was a somewhat sweet emotion. Now, I wholeheartedly disagree.