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God, I Hope I (Don’t) Get It!

What’s been going on in the wonderful world of auditioning, you ask? Let me see if I can highlight a few choice moments from over the past month or so for your reading pleasure… it’s time for the casting roundup!

The Modelling Casting

I responded to a casting call for a designer who was looking for some actor-y types (humans able to perform actions in clothing?) to model some couture bits for London Fashion Week. I sent them my headshot and measurements, and they subsequently called me in for the casting. Probably assuming I’m graceful, calm, cool, and collected.

In reality, I am much more like a ridiculous and quirky protagonist in a Hallmark Channel romcom. In fact, the whole ordeal could have been a shot for shot scene from a Lifetime Original starring Jennie Garth or Melissa Joan Hart. Or that chick from A Christmas Prince!


First, I stumbled (like, literally, I nearly fell down approximately 11 times) in unaccustomed heels through a park as I tried to follow Citymapper on an unlikely route from the tube to the studio. Upon arrival at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse across from some council housing, I did another thorough Google background check to ensure that I was visiting an actual company and not a gang of murderers. Reconfirmed in the legitimacy of my mission, I sent B a text of my location (that I’m sure he picked up about 5 hours after my murder would have occurred) and rang the buzzer.

‘My name is _________. I’m here for the…. casting?’

‘Head on up to the third floor.’


Up the stairs I huffed, dragging my bag containing a hardback edition of the complete works of Shakespeare that I needed for a reading later that evening. By the time I reached the double doors of my demise, I was doubtless looking less than model-esque. It was very humid.

Push or pull, push or pull???? How do these doors open????

At last, with a great clatter I burst, new born, into a brightly lit open-plan Mac-filled office space. A sea of judgemental hipster faces turned to look upon me and what I’m sure was now my completely wild hair and overall frazzled appearance.

I’m here! I’m the model!

Do I have something in my teeth

Next, someone took what I’m sure were some horrendous mugshot photos of me (full body as I awkwardly stood straddling my Shakespearean tome on floor, unaware that my legs were supposed to be in the shot), and then sneered, ‘There will be a fitting next week [looking me up and down again] for those who are…. successful.’

I get it. I get it! I’M NOT SUCCESSFUL! But please let me know when you are casting for the character of loveable Samantha, the clumsy intern who keeps dropping stacks of folders and running into filing cabinets whenever she encounters Marcus, a modern day Mr Darcy who works in her same office. I’m your gal!

The Cold Reading

To say that the reading in this audition was cold would be an understatement. It was icy cold. Freezing.


I was notified about the audition at 10pm the night before it was scheduled to occur. Oddly, they didn’t send any sides to look over in advance, but they did mention that you could arrive early to the casting and have a look at the script.

Okay, that’s fine, I’m good at cold readings!

I recalled that I’d also said I could do an upper RP accent… okay, it’ll probably be fiiiiiiine… I can sorta do that!

So the next day I showed up 30 minutes (thirty minutes!!!!!!) before my allotted time slot to give myself ample opportunity to assess for what exactly I was auditioning. I was buzzed into the studio by a Dickensian man (straight out of Venus’s taxidermy shop) who thrust two sizeable stacks of papers in my hands and was about to explain the process when… a lady (director? producer? lackey?) popped her head out of audition room and said, ‘We need you to come in and read right now!!!!’

‘Ermmm… my audition time isn’t scheduled for another 30 minutes?’

‘That’s okay, we will be behind if we don’t see you right away.’

That does not make sense.

‘Okay… but I haven’t looked at these sheets at all.’

Like, AT ALL.

So I go in, still wearing my coat and my bag, and the panel tells me I can sit or stand, whichever I think is right for the scene.


I decided to settle into a chair and at least make myself comfortable for this farce.

‘This character needs to have a very heightened RP accent–can you do that?’

‘I’ll give it my best shot.’

You stupid asshole.

I look down at the script (for the first time) and don’t see the name of the character I had been asked to play.

‘Um, so, which character am I supposed to be reading?’


‘Um, neither of these characters is named Clara?’

‘She is called ‘Izzy’ in the script.’



‘Okay, go on.’

Alrighty! So I launched in with zero concept of what this character is like/what her name even is and no idea what could possibly be happening in the scene. It was like being part of a fun choose your own adventure!

I decided to play Clara/Izzy breezy and carefree… an acting choice that I had to quickly rethink halfway through a speech where she was talking about her husband being killed the war.

Okay, grief and despair, grief and despair. Wait, keep up the RP! Hold up, what’s she talking about now?

This charade went on for several more pages until the person reading with me just stopped responding. Guess we’re done!

‘Okay, have a safe journey back home.’


And good luck getting a production off the ground in such a wildly disorganised and unprofessional manner!

The Body Double

Body Double

I decided to sign up to one of the reputable extras casting agencies because I thought it might be a fun way to earn some cash when not working at the pub. You know, I imagined getting to wear a pretty frock and standing in the background on The Crown or something.

I was shortly alerted about my first gig offer.

It was to play a fully nude body double. Obviously.

I was horrified. Naturally.

But then I considered. It’s for a lead actress in a verrrrrry big deal show for a verrrrry big deal network. I do look an awful lot like her. The body is dead. No one would know it’s me! They’d think it’s her! A free trip! And a chance to work for my favourite provider of television that rhymes with ‘Jon Snow’!

Don’t worry, Mom, in the end I decided to decline the offer to disrobe.

But never a dull moment, eh?!

I know (I know!) I have never managed to stick to a consistent posting day for the past two years BUT … I’m going to try and catch up with you every Thursday from now on. We’ll see how that goes!

Until then,


16 thoughts on “God, I Hope I (Don’t) Get It! Leave a comment

  1. How does anyone have the courage to be an actor? Writing has its silent affinitive winnowings, but they are off-stage and are nothing like the life of auditions. I’ll send you some luck over the Internet, but of course it’s no good without your courage.

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    • It is an extremely vulnerable and often humiliating profession! But perhaps the courage comes from the prospect of the extremely exhilarating highs. Luck and courage to you as well, my friend!


  2. Hey, let’s look on the bright side: if there is ever need for an easy breezy war widow who doesn’t know her own name, YOU have got that part nailed!!!

    I’m starting to think that you should just keep going to auditions and then compile a book on all the absolute craziness that you face. As they say, the truth is stranger than fiction, and it’s looking like casting calls were the basis of that saying.

    I can’t believe you turned down Dead Nude Girl. I mean that totally could have set you up for Nude Zombie Girl, Nude Ghost Girl, and the like. Then again, you don’t want to get typecast this early in your career…good call!!

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    • Haha yes, I agree! I vowed I was going to write a book of all my hilarious experiences at the tiny Italian restaurant where I worked in NYC (called ‘Pasta Presto!’ hahaha), but I didn’t get the words down in time, and now it is all but lost from my memory! I’m hoping that if I write things as they occur this time, I can have something to compile 🙂

      Hahahhaa I mean… right?! Do I really want to be typecast as the slutty extra who covers for the actress who is too classy to take off her own clothes?! Nahhhh… give me MY naked body double!

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      • God, if only we could all have a naked body double. As for the lost-to-memory books, I always thought of recording my horrid experiences on public transportation when I was taking it day in and day out, but thankfully I’ve blocked those memories from my brain.

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  3. Oh my word! Never a dull moment in the world of Weekes. Talk about things coming in threes – those are some weeeeeird scenarios! I’m still bemused how setup 1 and 2 are ever going to bear fruit for the people in charge… Modelling folks, you can’t be snooty when your snazzy headquarters are in a murdery-looking warehouse! And don’t even get me started on the second lot… I’d love to see the finished production of whatever THAT was, I bet it would be hilarious. I think you’ve earned 3 decent, well-organised auditions next – even though they might not make for such entertaining reading!
    I also totally second Tammie’s idea of compiling these into a book someday. I’d read it! 😁

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    • Hahaha well, luckily I’ve had a few normal-ish auditions in between the horrors. But…. I’ve got a couple more coming up that are already proving a bit dubious before I’ve even made it through the door! Hey, anything for a good post!!?

      I’ll get on my book when you get on yours!!!! 🙂 Looking forward to heading over to the Beastieblog to catch up!


      • Goody! Both to the normal(er) opportunities that are coming your way, and the weird ones to keep us entertained! 😁 Mind you, if any of them are giving you serious heebie-jeebies, don’t go just for the sake of a good story. But I don’t need to tell you that, right?
        And fiiiiine, I’ll write a book already!!🙄 Good luck/break a leg this week!

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      • Hhahaha nooooooo Mom, I promise I won’t go into any truly scary places! In fact, I’m pretty paranoid at this point and emailed a casting director the other day to ‘double check’ that the address she gave wasn’t just someone’s flat because that’s what it looked like on Google maps!!! She probably thought I was nuts, but hey, I wanna live! (Ended up doing that audition in the rain at an outside table at a bar!) Anyway, thank you for looking out for me and your well wishes! Now get back to writing that book, young lady 🙂

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      • Hahaha! Dare I ask what that was an audition for? I’m guessing a spot in the next series of “Made in Chelsea”, and your callback will involve going to a dull party and throwing a drink in someone’s face. Anyway, good for you for being sensible! Now, I would stay and chat, but SOMEONE keeps telling me to go write a book… 😉

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      • Haha as if!!! No, the bar was completely unrelated to the scene at hand and simply the result of the intended audition room being booked out. Ah well, made for a nice casual atmosphere… especially when a random drunkard sat down to talk to me mid-scene! 🙂

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