The sign read, “Please have picture taken and announce your destination”.
I stepped forward onto the mat and stared into the little webcam as the security guard asked me “Where are you going?”
“Ripley Grier” I announced.
The guard gestured to my right, and I stepped through the turnstile. Ahead of me, four elevators stood on the left and right. A door opened and I stepped inside.
I can do this, I thought to myself.
The doors opened and the large “Ripley Grier Studios” sign stood directly in front of me. Having been here for my Ghost audition in June, I knew I needed to take an immediate right and go up the stairs. Looking for room 17H, I walked down the hallway, before realizing I was going the wrong way. I checked my phone – I only had 5 minutes. I quickly turned back and found a hallway I had missed before. Passing through some construction, I took a left and immediately ran into a group of 10 blonde girls, surrounding a table where a hipster looking guy sat in front of his macbook.
“Is this for Legally Blonde auditions?” I asked him.
Peering over his glasses, he looked at me and handed me a sheet of paper. “Just fill this out and bring it back with your headshot and resume”.
I walked through the crowd of girls and found an empty spot against the wall. It was the typical audition sheet, asking the usual personal information as well as weight and height. Before I had a chance to take a breath to even think about my song, I heard a voice say “The next group will be Rachael*, Alison*, and Jacob”. (Not their real names – I was too nervous to even notice). I followed the two girls in front of me to the door behind the table, hearing the remaining notes of a girl’s audition. “I am so much betterrrrrr than beforeeeeeeee” the girl sang. I tried to keep my mind occupied as the two girls in front of me entered the room, and exited shortly after.
“Are you ready?” a girl asked me, as she held the door open.
“Sure am!” I said, perhaps a bit too loudly.
I entered the room and noticed two young women sitting behind a table, with a piano to its left. “Hello, Jacob!” one said to me. “Ready to sing some Emmett for us?”
I took my place in the center of the room and took a deep breath. The pianist gave me my first two notes, and off we went.
The notes floated out of me, like the song was written with my voice in mind. Gesturing with my hands, I inhabited Emmett, feeling how proud he was of Elle for being considered for the internship, for fitting into Harvard, and for not being the stereotype I knew she wasn’t.
“With little miss Woods comma L!” I sang, my hands stretched out before me. The piano and I finished together. Silence.
“Thank you so much, Jacob”, one of the women said.
I grabbed my music binder, said thank you, and exited the room.
Later, I nervously checked Auditionupdate.com, to see if anyone had been writing about receiving callbacks. My heart began beating faster when I saw someone had posted. “Received an email callback today after my appointment this afternoon. Callback next week”. I looked at the time of the posting – 4:30pm. It was now 8pm, and I had not heard anything. No email. No call.
New York City – 1. Jacob – 0.