So the meeting with the agent...
It went well. It took me an hour to get there so by the time I bursted into the room, cookies in hand; a bit of a mess I was (said Yoda.) I waited for about 15 minutes and then there she was: this fun, energetic woman with the Tishy zeal.
She blew my mind a bit...maybe a little too much becuase I left that meeting with a list of things she wants me to do. I have to take professional acting classes...at Groundlings or one of those big improv places where SNL folks go. (Um can you say SCARY and EXPENSIVE!) I have to add some pictures to my portfolio, change up my resume a bit...
It's good to know someone's finally looking at me with fresh eyes and telling me straight out what to do in order to get my acting career going, but it's terrifying, too.
It's a big investment...Funny, you'd think I wouldn't care about the costs (emotionally and financially speaking) but that stuff still creeps up. I still have moments where I think I can't do this...where I wonder if I've got the chops...if it's really necessary:
"Well [insert famous actor's name] didn't have to take classes. (S)he was just discovered and that was it."
But I will do it because something in me says to and that voice doesn't speak up very often.
I'm thankful as heck that I've found this person who wants to take my measurements every time she sees me. It's a beautiful thing...scary, but beautiful.
|There's this wall at my agency that seriously inspires the crap out of me. Shows others at my agency have been in. Sniff|