Under-sighted the script attached on the email for the above-mentioned audition, I have indulged in the nearby Starbucks’ cream-filled Caramel Frapp trying to console my bereaving spirit in what I thought shitty audition. I’ve just acquainted to cold reading and doing that in less an hour prior to the camera lens was a “live suicide” hence, I’ve felt the burden loading in my shoulder burying my my own graveyard …reaching on that door knob to disappear myself off from that piercing casting director’s obligatory smile.
