It started poorly.
At 10 am Halloween morning, I woke up to my agent telling me I had a callback in downtown LA for a Women's Murder Club
. This was after I went the day before in rush hour to lip sync 45 seconds for the producers. I had to go back because they changed the song and wanted more pep. The song went from a methadone-paced Anything Goes
to an obscure 50's number called Tender Trap
. I forgot the words twice @ the callback and covered with a blown kiss and a wink. I knew if i screwed up the bridge, I'd end up having to casting couch my way to a co-star credit.
Seriously- calling a drag queen who obviously has plans- on Halloween is like asking a Jewish baker to make like 1200 extra loaves of challah bread on Rosh ShaShanna. I know I didn't spell that right but it's not in spell check. Basically- Halloween is like a drag queen high holiday. I had people (friends I guess) text me at like 6:30 asking what they should be. Like I could help last minute. I texted back "SERIOUSLY?" I told my friend about it and they insisted I text them back with soem further sentiments. A follow-up "FUCK YOU" was sent. The recipient thankfully replied with "SORRY :)"
Anyway I booked the tv show. It's set in SF but I think my part shoots in LA. Boyfriend loves cops and San Francisco ('cause he lived there) so I think he'll even watch this episode. I wouldn't let him watch WMC
because they didn't cast me in an episode last month. Now I can take the block off the DVR for the show. Yea. I'm that bitter. But not anymore ;)