Cast Off.
I feel surprisingly Zen after today's casting.
I think this is because, despite telling myself
this constantly, I'm finally starting to accept that there's no point in giving an
audition a second thought once it’s done. Particularly when you're up for an
advert. There are so many reasons why you might not get the job; the casting
director might, for example, just have taken a particular dislike to your
shirt. It’s that fickle.
It's all about maintaining a sense of self, both
inside and outside of the room. A casting is a chance to give a handful of
people a very brief window into your ability, however great or small that ability might be. You're either right for the part or you're not. There's nothing
personal about it.
There's something Phil Kay says in his Autoblography that rings very true for me. He defends his occasional bad publicity by reminding the reader that
he has been at every Phil Kay gig; the good and the bad. He's aware of when it worked and when it didn't. The audience only gets to
look in occasionally; he gets a look-in for life.
That's a great way to see things. I think I might borrow it for myself.