Confessions of a Struggling Actor

The quietest social week for a while was still rather busy.

I heard back from the Shakespeare people on Wednesday, saying that I was invited to an audition in Camden on Saturday.  I contacted Bailey, who I was supposed to go to a gig with, after work to tell him I couldn't make it.  Instead, I went home and immediately read Richard III twice - once right through and then once concentrating on Buckingham, which is the part they're seeing me for.  I realised that I needed to work helluva hard on this if I was to do well enough to get the role.  I stayed up late, going between Shakespeare and 'The Colour of a Dog Running Away', which I had been reading on the tube until my eyes could take no more.

Thursday evening I met up with Moira, an old pal from Mountview, to discuss setting up the theatre company.  We chatted a lot about it and she seemed very keen.  Once we get the four of us together I'm sure things will really take off, but I'm already feeling pretty positive that this could really work well.  Home to more tragedy/history in verse.

Friday was much the same as Wednesday.  Again had to cancel meeting for drinks as I wanted to carry on working on Buckingham.  I sent a second email back to the company as they hadn't given me the exact address.  I left my mobile number and explained that I wouldn't be able to access my email over the weekend.

Saturday, I awoke with my head on my Complete Works of Shakespeare.  I pottered about, did a bit more reading and waited for the phone to ring.  Nothing happened and so I've called them this morning to try to set up another time.  I should have taken down their number, but they asked to reply to the email or call and I chose the former.  Hope I do get the chance to audition after the work I've put into it.  I also got a text to say that I got the audition from Monday, so I'm doing a voice-over for another short film in the next couple of weeks.  I went out to James' birthday in Hoxton that night.  It was good fun, but a little pricey and getting home from that part of town was a nightmare.

Yesterday, I failed to score in a 1-1 draw against Bristol City.  We played well again, but my dreams of golden boot status are fading fast.  I had a good chat with Dougie on the way back and he's coming down later this month (unless some room fails to appear again) and with my folks while they were round at my Granda's.  I then got a call saying that I'd won another role in a short film, which starts shooting on the day I get back from Barbados.  I'll be needed for rehearsals for it this week in the evenings and head off early Friday morning to the Caribbean.  So again, this week's booked solid.  I wouldn't have it any other way, but I fell as though I have so much to do and little time to cram it in.  Hopefully there won't be too much of a dent in the finances!