Dixon Carter Lee
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I had a commerical auditon yesterday and it was one of those casting office calls where every spot auditioning was looking for very different, very distinct types.
I love when there's a "model" call in a nearby studio, because the women come dressed in the slightest, slinkiets things with open toed shoes and push-up bras. And they're all young and tight and skinny. And, the best part, they're there to MAKE you look at them. Yummy. I saw one girl in a skirt so tight you could tell she had no underwear on, and hanging so low on her hips you knew she had shaved that morning.
In another studio they were casting one of those Capital One commercials (those spots where a guy uses his credit card and a marauding band of Vikings or something comes running over the hills). Well, this spot, I guess, will be featuring a maruading band of Scots. Sor tof a "Braveheart" thing I guess. So all these large men had shown up wearing towels and blankets around their wasits (their version of kilts, of course). But most of them men kept their pants on, electing to only take them off once inside the studio. They took like ten or twelve guys in a time, and every three or four minutes you'd hear all this blood curdling screaming coming from inside.
In my studio I was playing a husband, which meant I got my a fake wife. Now, in thse auditons you're usually cast as a couple. If the girl they give you sucks, it won't matter how good you are, they won't cast you, because you auditioned together. My wife was fine, but I was hoing they'd pair me someone else I spotted, a real cutie. When they pair you up it's a bit like picking teams for dodge ball. ("Oh pick me for your team, please!")
Anyway, I've grown to hate commerical auditons. But I did have a nice afternoon of looking at cleavage, legs and panty-free butts.
And that was just from the Scots...
I love when there's a "model" call in a nearby studio, because the women come dressed in the slightest, slinkiets things with open toed shoes and push-up bras. And they're all young and tight and skinny. And, the best part, they're there to MAKE you look at them. Yummy. I saw one girl in a skirt so tight you could tell she had no underwear on, and hanging so low on her hips you knew she had shaved that morning.
In another studio they were casting one of those Capital One commercials (those spots where a guy uses his credit card and a marauding band of Vikings or something comes running over the hills). Well, this spot, I guess, will be featuring a maruading band of Scots. Sor tof a "Braveheart" thing I guess. So all these large men had shown up wearing towels and blankets around their wasits (their version of kilts, of course). But most of them men kept their pants on, electing to only take them off once inside the studio. They took like ten or twelve guys in a time, and every three or four minutes you'd hear all this blood curdling screaming coming from inside.
In my studio I was playing a husband, which meant I got my a fake wife. Now, in thse auditons you're usually cast as a couple. If the girl they give you sucks, it won't matter how good you are, they won't cast you, because you auditioned together. My wife was fine, but I was hoing they'd pair me someone else I spotted, a real cutie. When they pair you up it's a bit like picking teams for dodge ball. ("Oh pick me for your team, please!")
Anyway, I've grown to hate commerical auditons. But I did have a nice afternoon of looking at cleavage, legs and panty-free butts.
And that was just from the Scots...
