The Perfect Audition. Kate Forster

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      The car skidded into the parking lot of the unassuming office block and TG sauntered into the office and greeted the casting assistant waiting for him.

      “How we going?” he asked as he walked into the large room, set with a video camera and a few chairs decorating the sparse room.

      “Good, we are down to the final three for each role, I sent the tapes over on Tuesday,” said the assistant leafing through her notes. “Diana is on the phone, she’ll be with us in a moment.”

      Diana, the casting director walked into the room bringing her New York style to LA. Black on black with an Eve Ensler bob and no makeup spare a slash of deep red lipstick. TG had met her in New York at film school when he begged her for free extras for his final film and she had agreed after seeing his show reel. He was a talent even then and she hitched her star to his wagon and had cast everything for him ever since.

      “You watch the tapes?” She barked at TG as she sat down and lit a cigarette.

      “Yeah I watched them.” He said and sat down next to her.

      “And?” She pushed blowing smoke into the airless office.

      “I need to met them, see them in action, gauge their styles.” He sat back as the assistant bought in bottles of Fiji water and soft drinks and placed them on the table.

      “I fucking hate this water,” looking at the tray in front of him. ‘Why do we even need water from Fiji? What’s wrong with our water?’

      “That’s not very LA of you.” Laughed Diana, “I though it was the drink of your tribe.’

      ‘My tribe is full of shit.’ He said. TG was tired of LA and it’s celebrity worship.

      The assistant left the room for a moment and then popped her head around the door again.

      “Rose is here.” She said.

      “Great,” said TG and stood up as Rose Nightingale walked into the room.

      “Hello darls.” She said and kissed both TG and Diana on the cheek.

      “Thanks for coming,” said TG slightly embarrassed that Rose Nightingale was auditioning for him. Rose had stopped auditioning years ago, after the Oscar and the BAFTA but he wanted to be sure he had the dynamic right.

      “No problem, its fine. Good to be out actually.” Said Rose in an English accent that could cut glass.

      Diana smiled, this was why she had suggested Rose, even though she was on a supposed sabbatical. Rose was a good sport, her fame had never taken over her personality. She was guarded in many ways but had an English elegance and warmth that endeared her to audiences and most of all, she was never afraid to be silly and make fun of herself.

      Classically beautiful, she looked just a few years younger than her real age, unlike other actresses her age filled with Restolane and Botox. A brunette Grace Kelly lookalike, what stopped her from being too perfect was the slight smattering of freckles across her nose from the years of horse riding.

      “Drink?” Asked the casting assistant but Rose shook her head. “If I drink now I’ll need to go to the loo. I’ve a weak bladder when I’m nervous.” She smiled genuinely at TG and he smiled back. Rose was exactly as he had hoped when he saw her audition tape.

      “So, the role we are thinking for you in The Italian Dream is of Mary Ann. She is the painter who has gone to Italy after separating from her husband after finding out he has had an affair. Her parents were originally from Italy but she has never been there herself. She’s fluent in the Italian language and immerses herself in Italian life, staying at Isabel’s villa and pretending she is someone else. Eventually her husband comes looking for her, trying to win her back. They work through their issues in the marriage and come to a better place than they have ever been before. She and her husband stay in Italy and slowly and surely their marriage is mended by the beauty and romance of the country.”

      Rose nodded as TG spoke. She understood the role more than TG realised and her thoughts wandered to Paul but she pushed them away and remained focussed.

      “Shall we do the sides?” Asked TG referring to the pages of the script that he wanted to use for the audition.

      Rose smiled and nodded. The assistant turned on the camera and TG watched as Rose went through the lines, perfectly.

      God she was a talent, thought TG as he watched her work with the lines. They did the scene a few times and then TG stopped her.

      “Rose, I just want to say how much I appreciate you auditioning for this, I know an actress of your talent is often above auditions.” He said honestly.

      “Not at all. We are all just working actors at the end of the day. I’m just happy to have a chance at this, the script is one of the best I’ve read in ages.” She said laughing away his concerns.

      “I’m glad you said that.” Said TG sitting forward. “I love it also.”

      Diana moved her papers signalling the audition was over and Rose stood, knowing when to make an exit.

      “Good luck with whatever happens TG, thanks for seeing me.” She said and smiled at them both and swept from the room.

      TG turned to Diana, “She’s amazing.” He said.

      Diana nodded, she only brought the best talent to TG and was confident in her choices.

      ‘Rose is amazing but she needs this role. She’s critically acclaimed but needs a hit to ensure bankability,’ said Diana leaning back in her chair. ‘I think we could knock her price down if you want her.’

      ‘You’re the Svengali of casting you know that?’ TG exclaimed half admiringly to Diana who just shrugged at him.

      “Jessica’s here,” said the assistant putting her head through the door just before Jessica McClure walked into the room. It was obvious before she spoke that she felt that auditioning was beneath her and that she should be just offered the part. She sighed and placed her Jimmy Choo bag on the table in front of Diana, who moved it to the floor with a steely look on her face.

      “Hi,” she smiled at TG and Diana but there was no warmth behind her eyes. She flicked her tawny hair over her shoulders and TG could see a small weave on her neck were the hair extensions were sewn in. She picked up a bottle of Fiji Water and opened it and drank from it, smearing her lipstick.

      “So before we start, I want to know how you feel about improv on the set?” ‘I’m feeling this script is a little dry, it needs some fun, you know, it’s just so soppy.’ Inside TG groaned, there was no need for improv with a script this good.

      Jessica was talented but she was unpredictable. Sometimes she would bring gold and other times she was shamefully bad.

      He tried not to glare at Diana who seemed to be deeply involved with a blank piece of paper in front of her.

      “So you understand the character?” TG asked, ignoring the question about improvisation.

      “Yeah, although I thought I might be better suited for the role of Isabel.” Jessica remarked, looking down at the pages СКАЧАТЬ