Buicks do it.

In my determination to be a proper person, I rose at at the crack of dawn. I'd had some weird dreams about war atrocities in Iraq and noted them in my book. I don't know what they meant. Perhaps they had something to do with coming third in the quiz night, last night. I stretched and did some yoga and was running by 7.15am. Good work!

As I run, I see the familiar faces of early-risers. Do you ever notice the same people on your runs? I do. It's pretty weird that I see the same old man walking, every single time I run. I run at all different times of the morning and I always see him. I might run at 6.30am or 10.30am and he will be there. What is he doing? Does he walk back and forth for 4 hours straight? That is the only logical reason I have come up with. The other theory I have, is that he and I are 'synced'. Perhaps certain people have the exact type of biological clock as you do. They wake up at the same time as you do, every day. I wonder if he has ever thought this? Maybe I should ask him, but its taken me three years just to start saying good morning to him. He's not particularly friendly. He always looks like he's in a bit of a grump, so I was pretty scared to even say hello. Now he sometimes says it back. I don't think I like him all that much, but I figure I should try to. Especially if we have some sort of cosmic linking system!

I got back to the house and brewed myself a fresh coffee in the Nespresso machine my boyfriend had, so lovingly, purchased. Delicious. I drank eagerly, as I wrote in detail my horrific dreams. 'I'm glad I'm not asleep any more! I shall try to understand this nightmares at a later date', I told myself. Right now there are more pressing issues! I then thanked the universe for all that was good in my world and got ready for my audition. I washed and blow - dried my hair, shaved my legs, cleansed and made up my face and dressed according to the casting brief; in an upscale manner. I ate a delicious vegetable omelet made by my boyfriend and re-printed my resume. I was in West Hollywood at 10.15am. Gosh it's difficult just being a person! There is so much one needs to to! And, I don't even know if this is being a PROPER person. Imagine the work needed for that!

Buick car commercial audition. I wasn't nervous. It's only a commercial after all, and for a Buick at that- not really a vehicle for an Oscar winning performance. I followed the enchanting and creatively exciting direction: Walk, in an upscale manner, towards the car. Open the trunk, put a bag inside and then lovingly close the door and move to the front of the car. Pick up some files (pretending that they are also a bag) and then be interrupted by the casting director who will improvise a scene with you.
Sounds pretty easy right? Hey- even a monkey could do this! Well... maybe not the talking part at the end. So, I carry out the action and I think I'm doing pretty well. The Casting Director then starts the improv:
"Hey- great to see you!"
"You too! Did you have fun at the party last night?" ( NIIICE improv from me. Tick.)
"Yeah- it was great. Had a blast."
"Did you end up hooking up with that girl?" (Hmmm- a bit weird. Sexual connotation. Cross.)
"Yeah-there was definitely a hook up." He turns off the camera. "Cut. Great. Thanks"
"Perhaps stories of hooking up don't set the right tone for this commercial!" I giggle.
No response.
Then, a voice from a speaker in the room starts talking to me- using MY name and suggests to the casting director that I pull my hair back. I wonder where this voice is coming from- who can see me? Who ARE they??? Perhaps it's the guy I see on my runs- following me again!
I answer with a smile, looking around the room and do as they request. I do the scene again. I am even MORE upscale now. Then at the end I improv again, taking care not to bring up any 'hot' topics. The casting director starts the improv:
"Hey, great meal last night!"
"Oh, thanks. It was my mother's recipe." ( GREAT personalization)
"Nice. I loved it."
"I always wonder if mine is as good- you see, her's was so great and I just HOPE mine was OK." (WEIRD- I'm meant to be confident. I think I came off a little doubting in my cooking abilities AND I was talking WAY too much.)
CUT.
Callbacks started at 2. It is now 3......hmmm. DAMN! Wait- stop! I shall not lament the loss of a role in a TV commercial because I am preparing an audition for a lead role in a film AND THIS IS AN EXCITING ONE! I just finished re-reading the script. Wonderful writing. I shall be a proper person and continue working hard today. Even without the Buick, I can do it.