Audition! What?

Yeps! I had an audition today to be a host on a new late night talk show for Spike TV. The ad online said they wanted normal guys who like Video Games, the internet and beer. I like two of those things, and figured "why not?" Super pal Chontel and I headed down to NYC, and I had my thirty second bit ready. Then as we enter the comedy club, Comix, a member of the casting agency announced that we will not be doing thirty second bits anymore. Now we will be telling stories.

I SUCK at telling stories when it's forced. If it was in a casual conversation and my story made sense to be told I would tell it. In this situation it's just weird. I got called (#11) and I was told to describe myself. I explained my 1943 score and the thrash band I had/have, Adam's Apples.

The casting director seemed to enjoy all of that, then she asked for me to tell a tale. I told the story about my first audition (see future post regarding that) she seemed nice enough to listen, ha.

In all honesty I don't mind. I LOVE performing, but I'd rather write. I like to perform on my conditions. If I did get called back for this obviously I'd jump for it and do whatever I have to. But from now on, auditions should be much easier for me since I treat them like open mics and give a very cool "whatevs" approach.

Lates,
-a.