fictionCall IIThe lines were running in my head before I could get the eyes to blink. There was an audition this morning for a movie called Clear Springs, where it’s the middle of the night and I’m standing in the cabin door with a shotgun:
In the next scene we’re at Joelle’s house the following day. The Sheriff rides up, and the casting director told me to show a profile before I answer the questions:
To suggest the fashion of a New Mexico town in 1883 I skipped shaving for two days and wore a striped collarless shirt, jeans and black boots. I got to the audition early, did some breathing and stretching, practicing what it’s like being on set, where the actor lives in a state of readiness and flexibility. The reading went well, and I was encouraged when the casting director said, “That was really perfect. Let’s do one more for luck.” Of course there is also a possibility that for this particular role I might be seen as too tall or too short, too thin or too heavy, too young or too old, too plain or too exotic. I am just waiting for the day I am rejected as too good-looking. Jasper Michaels is the pen name for a musician-actor-writer-designer who's just too darn busy living and breathing to care whether or not he'll ever be famous for doing anything.
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