Horizons...

So today I took the first step in breaking into the world of Film and Television.

I have an agent.

But prior to this, I was anxious...partly because all the lessons I had been taught about "how to get an agent" "what agents are looking for"...blah di blah di blah...had to do with presenting myself in a way that was untrue to the person that I am. I always felt that I had to pretend to be this generality in order to make a good impression.

BORING!

It is a lesson, I have learned over and over in my life...to BE MYSELF! How am I ever expected to stand out and catch the eye of an agent if I'm pretending to be someone else? and by pretending, probably not doing it very well...

Alright so, today I had picked an outfit to wear that was undeniably me...off the shoulder fuschia blouse, linen pants, and gladiator sandals...but then I hear in the back of my head "too casual" and in this instance, I agree...ok, so, whatever... I gave in...I changed my pants and shoes to black slacks and black pumps. FINE! but the thing is, I'm just starting out...

I've never been one to corrupt from the inside...I usually just come right out with my dubious intentions...but in this case, I'll play the game, I figure once and if I start booking things, I can take my well earned liberties...

So, I'm driving, running my monologue in a plethora of ways, keeping in mind these are not theater people per se...

And I get there early...because, being late is shameful and embarrassing.

So I get in there and I'm listening to the spiel...she's telling me I need to send more head shots, explaining vouchers, the list of casting directors I'd most likely be going to on a casting, agency labels...and so on and so forth; me just nodding and smiling trying to keep constant eye contact.

And then I see it...for a second..."is that me? no, I didn't take a body shot..." (all of this in my head of course)

And, it wasn't me, it was my brown-eyed doppelganger!

I panicked for a quick second, and decided not to let her ruin my good fortune. And then of course I was called upon to perform.

"you can use one of the head shots on the wall to talk to" she says,

Of course my eyes immediately go to myself...(the REAL me, not the doppelganger) and this is when I take solace in being prominently displayed in the center of the wall. So I move one picture over and deliver my monologue to some other chick.

And that's about it, we shook on it, and I left.

So, we shall see...