Confessions of a Struggling Actor

Twists and turns at every bend these days it seems.

Friday night I was out with Mr Mark Daly Esq. to celebrate his career change.  We went to How Does It Feel (sensitive 80s indie, tamala motown, french bubblegum pop) after a couple of jars and had a good laugh.  A couple of the boys from the Rob Roys were there and they joined us and I ended up staying later than I should have.  Quality, but knew that the rest of the weekend was going to have to be low key.

Saturday was superb.  Did nothing but put on some washing and watch some film noir and football.  Bliss.  Sunday wasn't much more active.  I was ruled out of the RR game with my bruised shin (purple coming through now) but they won 2-0 and now John's further ahead of me.  I met Sarah and Luke for dinner and had a giant calzone which meant that I wouldn't have to eat the next day.  I went to bed slightly annoyed that I hadn't done anything constructive, but feel straight asleep so couldn't have been too worried.

Yesterday I felt good for the first Monday in ages.  My lunch date went well.  Not sure if there's any romance there, but had a really good time.  Early days, so we'll see.  When I got back I worked pretty hard and then played the last match of our 5s season.  Came back from 3-0 down to draw 3-3 and I got my 8th goal in 7 games, making me top scorer.  However, it's all about the team and we're getting better and better.

Knackered but happy, I then headed off to meet Simon for a drink.  He regaled me with tales of meeting Twiggy and Barry McGee (how small is this world!), the big names that had been mentioned for 'Rainbow Kiss' - his play with the Royal Court - and we moved on to another pub.  We boozed til the wee small hours and he mentioned that I was on the shortlist for his play.  I was ecstatic and stunned, but wasn't going to count any chickens.  Would this mean that I'd definitely get seen?  I didn't want to ask, but merely bought the next round.  We carried on til the wee small hours, comparing Aberdeen stories and chatting about all sorts of things.  Top bloke!

While I was waiting for the night bus, I realised that I had a voicemail.  It was Laura saying that she had an audition on Friday for the play.  As it was nearly 2.30 I thought I'd leave ringing her to congratulate her.  I kind of gave up the hope that I might get seen as I hadn't heard anything.  It was so kind of Simon to mention me (without which I'd be surprised if I would even have been considered) and the main thing is that the play goes well and is cast strongly.

I had a short film audition this morning (bird flu strikes in 2010 - only saw one scene, but hey, I need the footage) which went OK.  It's difficult to tell how you got on with camera castings and you just have to hope that you're what they were looking for.  Got back to work and then received a phone call:

"Scott, it's Lisa from the Royal Court here..."

Simon had said to act surprised when she called.  There was no acting required.  I have an audition for the lead role on Friday at 11am where I'll meet Lisa, Simon and Richard Wilson.  I then get a phone call from my pal Al, who I told to get in touch and he's got an audition too!!  The start of the Aberdeen mafia in London, I tells ye.

Naturally I am over the moon (and Jupiter, but not Uranus), but need to keep focus.  This could be a very big opportunity for me and I don't want to mess it up.  Nerves are already kicking in, but I have the script with me, so I'll just spend all my spare time reading it.  I'll maybe have a cheeky pint tonight, but keep off the booze until Friday night for Harry's party.

As the title says, I need to keep the heid and hope that I do the audition of my life.  The names that are interested are well known, but I'm so stoked just to get this far.

Right, best let my Mum know the news...