Mentally Scarred by Past Auditions

Several years ago, I had a rough time with film and tv auditions. So much, I gave up pursuing it for a long time. People seemed miserable and mean.

I felt like an alien in the room, the way people looked at me.

One particular time, I prepared my ass off and was ready to go as soon as I stepped into the room.

Instead, I was met by a casting director who barely looked at me and insulted me from the get go, scoffing, “I can’t believe you’ve gotten any work with this headshot.”

It was a beautiful headshot, actually. It was different, wonderfully lit, real, and I’d received genuine compliments on it.

Throughout my audition, she wouldn’t look at me and kept interrupting me when she was supposed to be my reader.

The assistant was livid. She asked the CD, “Hey, how about you get behind the camera and I’ll read with her?”

They swapped places and she finally shut up.

I never heard from her again and that was a relief.

If she did that to me today, I would calmly ask her if she felt like crying and then decide my response.