Story of the week Feb 4th

My second year of Grad school I went home during the summer to visit my mother. Actually it was because I couldn't book work for the second summer in the row. So- I’m parked in my mothers "drive way" and in California you need car to get anywhere so I borrow my girlfriends (now ex) car. It was one of those 1998 Camery’s. Really big and nice car.  

      So, I’m talking with my mom and sister when they say, oh Eddie (my dad) is coming over to take my sister for the weekend. Of course, fear shoots through my body making my limbs as frigid as cold glass. Before I have time to think about it too long, like a fucking movie up drives my dad.

Trapped. Right?

No, place to run and hide.

    (To myself), "okay boy, your a grow ass man...you got this... besides things have changed, people have grow...it's all in your head"

   I go outside to be in an open area in case I'm wrong and we start fist fighting, or yelling. Also, because I wanted to be on neutral territory. I also just like the space, my house is way to small for these two people with this much history.

"Hey dad"

"Hey Mio, whatz goin on"

We hug

"So, whatz up"

" Aw, nothing much just home for the summer from school"

He makes one of his faces- I'm not sure if he understand and disapproves, or it's just a machismo way of nodding his head

"Nice car. Is it your?"

"No it's my girls (instant disapproval that it not mine)

...you know cause like being in school 10 hours a day, and living so close to campus I don't really need a car"-

ahahahahhah going on inside me

He makes the same nod

"So you still doing that faggot acting stuff eh"

inhale of breath,

"yup"

exhale,

" But you know I'm going to this really prestigues school and when I get out-"

"Cus,  Davi is doing tattoos, jew remember that motherfuckers been drawing since like this. 100. bucks cash money. I can talk to him  get you a job u know fuck going back you can start next week"

I cut him off

"Na man, I don’t want to do that, you know I got finish this thing through...you know it not faggot shit either. I playing some heavy shit, like some serious famous characters like Rosencrantz from..."

(in my head) next he has no idea what I'm talking about, what about Peter Pan, are you fucking stupid...think think

"and other stuff like a you know a bomber...unhh,  um,. a king , and-"

"oh ja, what king"

(in my head) fuck of course, he calls me out on the one lie, okay okay okay okay okay think thinkkkkk motherfuker eeehh (buzzer sound) times up SPEAK-

"OBERON- (holy shit how did I think of that) ...yeah he is in Shakespeare’s-"

"oberhon, ober la mirda, what kinda name is that, what is he the king of"

(in my head) fuck fuck fuck. Ohhh, fuck it

"he's the...King of Fairies"

Quiet

" yeah Davi 100 bucks"

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A view from the bridge

Went back to an older way of working. It came out pretty good, but a little too excited in the audition room. However, I was looking into the reader’s eyes and really "playing" with her and I made her smile and laugh. Which I think is exactly the effect Rudolpho should have on her.... the reader even stumbled over her lines and lost her place for a second. 

I don't really know what I was doing. Unlike film I wasn't think about the frame, or NYC stage acting I wasn't think about being "truthful, and not pushing". I was just entertaining people...that to me is fun. Not to say, the other two don't have there place, but they are just not the "thing itself". Things to ruminate over right?

Gosh I really thought I had this one in the bag. That's two parts I've auditioned for (and played) and not gotten in one week! Ahh, I not sure how to feel about it. 

I kind of relearned that stupid saying acting teachers and the like say to you - "If it's not fun, why are you doing...it can't be for the pay", or this one, "just have fun". Almost as crippling as saying, "just really ask them that question" Okay, off the soapbox. If I want to do something I better start writing right?! I'm discovering that all the seriously creative people do!

Amadeus and Merchant

Well, did Amadeus yesterday. It felt good, like I was really being a person...if that makes sense. 
I still love acting big and full but I'm learning to build the "character or role" from a real person (me) instead of a shell. Don't get me wrong the shell stuff is still great, but I thing it produces bad habits...you start to show off. 

Then again I don't know. I didn't get a callback for either Amadeus or Merchant. The room was definitely changed, I think because someone (me) walked in there and was a real person talking, feeling, in this potential real life situation but, it still needs to go further. It needs to have either - a few bells and whistles which Im no to sure what those look like, or it needs to be deeper. Deeply felt, spoken...I guess maybe higher stakes?

In all this prep time for both Merchant and Amadeus I've not had much time to work on Rudolpho from A View From the Bridge. Luckily, I know the part a little, and I have a strong sense of the guy off the bat. The trick is not to make him a "character", but keep him fun, charming, and attractive. Ran it for about 3 hours yesterday, and I'll but in another 2 before the audition. I want to go hit the weights, but I know my muscles will be too tense. Okay, better warm up and get started. 
much love to any reader
joe

amadeus

K, dudes- audition for amadeus. How to make this me, believable, yet stage worthy.

day one

setting up the blog...lot of work