It was a very nice date.
And the rest is private, so butt out.
Just kidding!
We went to a diner where all the AMDA kids (including me when I still attended AMDA) hang out. We talked a lot and were both kind of hyper, or, at least, I know I was. Then we walked through Central Park until we got lost, which is always fun 'cause you never know where you'll end up! We found the carousel and took a ride. Chris named his horse Boris, and I named mine Helga. If you've ever ridden a carousel with me, you know that it is imperative that we name our noble steeds.
After that, we found a huge rock formation which overlooked the ice skating rink, so we sat and watched people skate (and occasionally fall) and talked some more. Then we took a taxi (he paid for everything, by the way; what a gentleman!) to South Street Seaport where he had rehearsal in a few hours. We walked on the dock and looked at the bridges and the water and it was all very beautiful. Then, he told me how to get back to Brooklyn and we parted ways.
It was very comfortable. Nary an awkward silence to be found. Although, there was a tense moment when he mentioned that his longest relationship lasted 9 months and a little siren went off in my head and I saw the bars slam home in front of my eyes and thought "Oh God! I'm trapped!
Commitment:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
But then I calmed down and said in a reasonably steady voice "But we're just dating, right?"
Anyway, for now my phobia is being kept at bay enough that I agreed to another date. I just have to remember it's a date, not a marriage proposal.
Speaking of marriage, his last name is pronounced Ghoul-y, to rhyme with Julie. So if we did get married my name would be Julia Ghoul-y. That's right everyone, let out the big ol' yucks for that knee-slapper. Of course, there's no law that says I have to take his name. Walls...closing in.....shackle around...my leg.... Breathe, Julia, just breathe.
And now to answer some questions:
1. No, I have not seen Across the Universe, but it is on my list of movies to see in the near future. And, by the way, aren't you coming to NYC soon, Ashley?
2. Of course I watch Heroes! What kind of comic book nerd do you think I am?! And can we talk about Parkman's father? What is up with that?! I love that they put the episodes online so that I can watch them! And those of you who don't know what Jenna and I are talking about, I suggest you get online and start watching, 'cause it is truly a great show.
Finally, I will tell you what I did tonight, only because it involved something other than sitting in my room reading and/or watching something.
I went to a book reading/signing at my local B&N. It was for the book Identical Strangers about two twins separated at birth and how they found each other just 3 years ago. It's a true story and they co-wrote the book since both of them are writers (weird huh?). One of the twins has shopped at the store where I work for several years, and sent her newfound sister there, as well, when they realized they needed outfits for giving interviews and stuff while on their book tour. We promoted the reading at the store and all decided to go and show our support. It was very interesting, and I'm excited to start reading the book. I even got it signed!
Anyway, should be a good read, so all of you should pick it up and support them, 'cause the more money they get, the more they can spend at my store! Right? There was logic in there somewhere...
Later,
Jules
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Pointless Update
I have a date! It's on Tuesday, and I'm sure there will be plenty of awkward pauses for me to spin into an amusing tale later, so stay tuned!
Same bat-time, same bat-channel!
Jules
Same bat-time, same bat-channel!
Jules
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sorry...
Perhaps I should have mentioned earlier that if you don't get a call later in the day, or maybe the next day, you can safely assume that you didn't get the part. So you can all stop holding your breath. BREATHE, GOSH DARN YOU!!!!! DON'T GIVE UP ON ME NOW! LIVE!!!!!!!!
Everyone OK? Good.
I don't know when my next audition will be, but I've got my eyes and other senses open and waiting, so if something comes along, I'll be ready.
In the meantime, I'm going to go watch some Buffy, since I FINALLY got season 7 back from Mary Katherine, who borrowed it for over a year. Of course, now I've lent season 6 to Bobby...who knows if I'll ever see it again. Note to self: stop giving away your Buffy.
Later,
Jules
Everyone OK? Good.
I don't know when my next audition will be, but I've got my eyes and other senses open and waiting, so if something comes along, I'll be ready.
In the meantime, I'm going to go watch some Buffy, since I FINALLY got season 7 back from Mary Katherine, who borrowed it for over a year. Of course, now I've lent season 6 to Bobby...who knows if I'll ever see it again. Note to self: stop giving away your Buffy.
Later,
Jules
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Audition #3 and #4
I'm combining these because number three was just as uninteresting as the last one. Once again, it involved me dragging myself out of bed at a not-quite-ridiculous-but-early-enough-thank-you-very-much hour, arriving at the audition only to leave again without having been seen. This was sort of my own fault though, cause both Becca and I had to work at 3:00 and the audition didn't begin until 1:00, which meant that we had to be the first people to run to the sign-up sheet, braving wayward elbows and piercing spike heels, so that we could actually audition. Apparently we aren't tough (or desperate) enough, because a lot of skinny white girls managed to push us to the back of the line. (And if you think that makes us wimps, I defy you to try and take on an actress who has spent at least four hours on her hair and probably hasn't eaten for a week so she'd be skinny enough to audition for Disney. Scary.) Anyway, we decided to cut our losses and went to Dunkin Donuts instead.
However, this morning (or afternoon, it's hard to tell when you're locked in a room for long stretches of time, waiting for them to call your name) I actually got to sing for some people. And they were people who could make decisions about casting me, not just people on the street.
We were instructed to only sing 8 bars, which, if you know anything about music, is reeaaaalllly short. Usually casting directors ask for 16 bars, or, if you're lucky, 32. But if they're pressed for time, or have a very specific picture of what they're looking for (or both) they don't need more than 8 to decide whether they want you or not. So, intellectually, I understand. As a performer, however, I'm certain that it is impossible to understand everything about a person (including personality, intellect, and talent) in such a short time. But, they have been doing this for a lot longer than I have, and I have a bit of an edge because all of the people involved in the project teach at AMDA. (I didn't know any of them personally, because I wasn't in their classes, but I recognized them from seeing them around the building, and it was encouraging to see some familiar faces.)
Also, they laughed.
And I don't mean that they laughed at me and then pelted me with erasers because I was so bad.
No.
I mean, I sang a funny song (Say That We're Sweethearts Again) and they laughed at the punchline. The first time I sang this song (which you have to understand has a very warped sense of humor about it, but totally works for me) was for an audition for Disney. They didn't laugh. They stared at me. I could see their thought process: Well, she looks like she could play a Disney princess, but she's intelligent and funny....I have no idea what to do with her. NEXT!
But this time, they got the joke, and seemed to enjoy my performance. Also, I kicked a** on the last note. I was worried about it before I went in, cause I haven't belted that high in a while, and even though I knew I could take it into my soprano voice, it sounds better when I belt it. But I needn't have worried, cause it popped out of me strong and clear and with good tone. Even the other girls waiting outside said so.
Anyway, they said "thank you", I said "thank you" and smiled manically at everyone in the room before I left (I also said "thank you" with a huge smile to the accompanist and the girl who opened the door to let me out and the next girl in), and that was it. Overall, I feel good about it. Of course, what I'm not telling you is that the beginning of the song was a little rocky (and with only 8 bars, that can be devastating), but I got over it quickly and finished strong. (I didn't give a very good tempo to the accompanist, so it took a moment for us to get in sync. Totally my fault, but not a huge deal.)
So there you have it. Becca and I came back, ate pizza and watched a movie.
Till next time!
Love,
Jules
However, this morning (or afternoon, it's hard to tell when you're locked in a room for long stretches of time, waiting for them to call your name) I actually got to sing for some people. And they were people who could make decisions about casting me, not just people on the street.
We were instructed to only sing 8 bars, which, if you know anything about music, is reeaaaalllly short. Usually casting directors ask for 16 bars, or, if you're lucky, 32. But if they're pressed for time, or have a very specific picture of what they're looking for (or both) they don't need more than 8 to decide whether they want you or not. So, intellectually, I understand. As a performer, however, I'm certain that it is impossible to understand everything about a person (including personality, intellect, and talent) in such a short time. But, they have been doing this for a lot longer than I have, and I have a bit of an edge because all of the people involved in the project teach at AMDA. (I didn't know any of them personally, because I wasn't in their classes, but I recognized them from seeing them around the building, and it was encouraging to see some familiar faces.)
Also, they laughed.
And I don't mean that they laughed at me and then pelted me with erasers because I was so bad.
No.
I mean, I sang a funny song (Say That We're Sweethearts Again) and they laughed at the punchline. The first time I sang this song (which you have to understand has a very warped sense of humor about it, but totally works for me) was for an audition for Disney. They didn't laugh. They stared at me. I could see their thought process: Well, she looks like she could play a Disney princess, but she's intelligent and funny....I have no idea what to do with her. NEXT!
But this time, they got the joke, and seemed to enjoy my performance. Also, I kicked a** on the last note. I was worried about it before I went in, cause I haven't belted that high in a while, and even though I knew I could take it into my soprano voice, it sounds better when I belt it. But I needn't have worried, cause it popped out of me strong and clear and with good tone. Even the other girls waiting outside said so.
Anyway, they said "thank you", I said "thank you" and smiled manically at everyone in the room before I left (I also said "thank you" with a huge smile to the accompanist and the girl who opened the door to let me out and the next girl in), and that was it. Overall, I feel good about it. Of course, what I'm not telling you is that the beginning of the song was a little rocky (and with only 8 bars, that can be devastating), but I got over it quickly and finished strong. (I didn't give a very good tempo to the accompanist, so it took a moment for us to get in sync. Totally my fault, but not a huge deal.)
So there you have it. Becca and I came back, ate pizza and watched a movie.
Till next time!
Love,
Jules
Friday, October 5, 2007
The Audition #2
OK, OK, I can hear you screaming from here: "WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE AUDITION?"
Calm down everyone, I'm going to tell you right now...
I went to the audition.
All right, all right, I'll give you the details, sheesh.
Let's start at Wednesday night:
My friend, Vanessa, turned 21 and I went to her party at Sambuca in Manhattan. I saw some old friends, got a guy's phone number (and, no, I'm not going to call him because I found out that he has a girlfriend. Why was he flirting with me? Who knows...), and generally had a good time. Becca (my roommate) and I got home at around midnight, and we both went immediately to bed with the promise that we would leave at 7AM the next morning.
Into bed I got, with good intentions of going straight to sleep. Of course, that's when the song I was planning on singing for the audition started looping continuously through my head. I didn't get to sleep until after 2AM.
5:30 AM: My alarm goes off. Surprisingly, I didn't feel very tired. I got up, dressed, curled my hair, got all pretty, and headed out the door with Becca.
8:00 AM: We arrive and sign-up. There are already 150 girls signed-up ahead of us.
10:00 AM: The audition is supposed to begin, and we learn that there are now over 300 hopeful girls there. On the plus side, my friend Mary Katherine, who I haven't seen in AGES, was there, and we got to catch up. Anyway, we find out that they are going to "type". Let me explain, for those of you who don't know. "Typing" is like auditioning to audition. They line you up in groups of 10-20, then look at you and your headshots and decide whether or not you look like you could play whatever part they're casting. If you get kept, you have the opportunity to audition, if not, you go home. It must be how horses feel at auction. Neither Becca nor I were kept. In fact, virtually everyone who was kept was shorter than both of us. Apparently, short was the name of the game.
11:00 AM: I'm back home, ready for a nap before work.
So, there you have it. Still, it accomplished more than you might think. For one thing, I learned that it is possible to go to an audition in the morning and still make it to work in the afternoon, which opens up many possibilities. Also, seeing Mary Katherine did a lot for my morale. Finally, just getting out there again put me back on the right track. Becca and I have already gone through the casting lists together and planned out the next week. We're going to auditions on both Monday and Wednesday, and a few more that are further down the road.
Satisfied? I hope so, cause that's all there is for now.
Later,
Jules
PS-I know I haven't written the 9/11 story yet, but I promise I'll get to it eventually. And, of course, I'll keep you up to date with all auditions. Oh, and I'll somehow find time to finish my story. Really. I will.
Calm down everyone, I'm going to tell you right now...
I went to the audition.
All right, all right, I'll give you the details, sheesh.
Let's start at Wednesday night:
My friend, Vanessa, turned 21 and I went to her party at Sambuca in Manhattan. I saw some old friends, got a guy's phone number (and, no, I'm not going to call him because I found out that he has a girlfriend. Why was he flirting with me? Who knows...), and generally had a good time. Becca (my roommate) and I got home at around midnight, and we both went immediately to bed with the promise that we would leave at 7AM the next morning.
Into bed I got, with good intentions of going straight to sleep. Of course, that's when the song I was planning on singing for the audition started looping continuously through my head. I didn't get to sleep until after 2AM.
5:30 AM: My alarm goes off. Surprisingly, I didn't feel very tired. I got up, dressed, curled my hair, got all pretty, and headed out the door with Becca.
8:00 AM: We arrive and sign-up. There are already 150 girls signed-up ahead of us.
10:00 AM: The audition is supposed to begin, and we learn that there are now over 300 hopeful girls there. On the plus side, my friend Mary Katherine, who I haven't seen in AGES, was there, and we got to catch up. Anyway, we find out that they are going to "type". Let me explain, for those of you who don't know. "Typing" is like auditioning to audition. They line you up in groups of 10-20, then look at you and your headshots and decide whether or not you look like you could play whatever part they're casting. If you get kept, you have the opportunity to audition, if not, you go home. It must be how horses feel at auction. Neither Becca nor I were kept. In fact, virtually everyone who was kept was shorter than both of us. Apparently, short was the name of the game.
11:00 AM: I'm back home, ready for a nap before work.
So, there you have it. Still, it accomplished more than you might think. For one thing, I learned that it is possible to go to an audition in the morning and still make it to work in the afternoon, which opens up many possibilities. Also, seeing Mary Katherine did a lot for my morale. Finally, just getting out there again put me back on the right track. Becca and I have already gone through the casting lists together and planned out the next week. We're going to auditions on both Monday and Wednesday, and a few more that are further down the road.
Satisfied? I hope so, cause that's all there is for now.
Later,
Jules
PS-I know I haven't written the 9/11 story yet, but I promise I'll get to it eventually. And, of course, I'll keep you up to date with all auditions. Oh, and I'll somehow find time to finish my story. Really. I will.
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