Mike: So how long do I wait to call?
Trent: A day.
Sue: Tomorrow, then a day.
Mike: So two days?
Trent: Yeah, I guess you could call it that, two days.
Sue: Definitely, two days is like industry standard.
Trent: You know I used to wait two days to call anybody, but now it’s like everyone in town waits two days. So I think three days is kind of money. What do you think?
Sue: Yeah, but two’s enough not to look anxious.
The audtion yesterday was fantastic. I thought I’d be there for thirty minutes or so, but I ended up working with them for almost three hours (and making it home too late for my Tuesday night poker game.) I read with six different women who are all in the running to co-host the show, and I was shocked at how much fun I had. If I book the job, I’d be the geek, she’d be the babe, and everyone in the audience would have something to enjoy.
In fact, when I got home, I told Ryan, "Dude. I had the best afternoon: I got to sit with beautiful women and talk about Sci-Fi! Three of them were former Miss USA contestants, and one of them was Playmate of the Year for 2005."
"Dude." He said. "You are my hero."
I have this post-audition ritual: after I leave, I find the first trashcan and dump my sides in it. It’s how I let go of the whole thing, because I’ve already done everything I can do, you know? I’ve pushed my chips into the pot with the best of it, and now I have to wait for five cards to come out and hope that I win when it’s all over.
This time, I did dump the sides and my note cards (I have the notes on my Powerbook for easy re-printing, should I get called back) and I’ve tried to get on with my life . . . but holy shit is it hard. I had so much fun while I was there, and the prospect of getting a weekly gig where I get to geek out about Sci-Fi stuff — and get paid to do it! — is just too much. I’ve already called my manager twice today to see if we’d gotten any feedback.
"I haven’t heard anything, yet," he said, the second time I called. "Normally, I’ll call the next day, but if they don’t call . . ."
"It’s like you just met a girl in a bar, and you don’t want to screw it up by calling too soon, isn’t it?" I said.
He laughed. "Yeah, it’s exactly like that."
"So . . . are we calling today?"
"I think it’s best to wait until tomorrow, because they have to take your tapes to executives, get approvals, and all sorts of things."
"So, what, two days?" I said.
"Yeah, there’s a lot of things that have to happen before they give us any feedback, so we’ll just have to wait until we hear from them." He said. "Then there’s the whole negotiation thing, too."
"You’ll call me, right?"
"I’ll call you right away." He said.
I hung up the phone and looked at the calendar. I thought about drawing a circle around the 17th. I may have done it.
I’m sure I’m going to feel like a real jerk if this doesn’t happen, but
I love this feeling of excitement and optimism that I have right now. It’s much nicer than the usual alternative.