Well, that was fun.

Really.

No sarcasm intended.

Not, "Well, that was fun..."

Rather, "Well, that was fun."

I got the notification yesterday to come down to Hollywood today (North Hollywood, really...or, as it's labeled by the locals, absurdly enough, NoHo) for an audition on a student film. Good times.

I didn't really know much about the project, but I did know I was auditioning for a sadistic infantry captain.

The audition itself consisted of a prepared monologue, and an improv. There were sides to be had (sides=the part of the script that's pertinent to you) but when I got in the room, they went out the window. It was, "Here's this guy, you're about to kill him, but you want to ring some sadistic pleasure out of it first. Go!"

Awesome.

This exercise followed the first use of my new favorite monologue, from Squirrels by David Mamet. It plays as well to real auditors as it does in my head. That was also awesome.

When an audition is fun like that, it's compensation in itself. I got to play around. If I get the part, it's even better.

So thank you, Mr. Mamet for a great monologue, and thank you Dr. Allen, for all of those twisted improvs we did in advanced acting.