Where is Clayton?
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    Just in case the detail clarity was clouded in the first article, here's an elaboration on my place as I prepared for a Honolulu departure. Scott, our casting company contact, immediately took to Mystery Ellsworth upon meeting us both. From the beginning, I was riding Ellsworth's coat tails concerning my place in the movie. I was to show up in Honolulu in hopes that my chances of getting into the video audition were increased. As of my departure date, I merely had a few words concerning my inclusion in the audition, which was promise enough to me to book a flight. One must understand the risk involved and be willing to pursue it if compounding reward is the goal.
    Also, I should include that many details of the audition came to birth at the last minute. The nature of this arrangement is conducive of such. Having booked our flights before all the details were ironed out, we had two extra days in Waikiki which wasn't at all undesirable. You see, these sorts of complex situations involving a casting company flying over from LA to island hop, look for extras, and coordinate video auditions all in a matter of days, can get a little hectic. Information changes often and your ability to adapt is a paramount factor. To add to the confusion, the casting director and assistants always seemed to address those involved in our group as if we undoubtedly were going to be hired. The possible goal could be to motivate the auditioners to give the best of what they have but conundrum laden it was. I tend to take such rhetoric with a grain of salt as to not make false plans or raise my hopes so high the fall could kill. The task of taming one's excitement and desire to share should be placed in high regard.
    Ellsworth and I opted for the $2.25 bus ride into Waikiki to our hotel; time consuming but cheap and effective. The city bus clamor almost voided Ellsworth's cell phone ring but Scott's question came through clear. "He wants to know if you have any acting experience," Ellsworth relayed to me. My mind raced through memories and came to my play experience as a younger fellow, which was hardly onscreen exposure. "Theatre experience" is what the return message ended up being. In my experience, the word "no" should be avoided at all cost in such situations. Always counter a lack of experience with pertinent background involvement and a willingness to learn. Scott noted said information and my audition slot was solidified. Excitement then abound.
    Thursday was full of walking. I ducked into a shore side pub for a Guinness just before heading to a highly recommended sushi restaurant. I wouldn't recommend the pub only because I couldn't get past the sour smell in the bar area. Hakone was in the Prince Hotel located just beside the ocean and overlooking a slew of docked sailboats. It came up as #1 on the "10 Best" list Google provided, and who's to argue with Google? The food does have my recommendation, although I regrettably didn't indulge in the all you can eat for $45 option. The shrimp tempura was really good and Hamachi (yellowtail) was a nice, fresh accompaniment. Hakone Menu.
    Friday was the day of preparation. To much amazement, Pirates of the Caribbean 2 was on Bravo most of the day. "How convenient" Ellsworth and I thought. We also made our way down to a local grocery to rent the third installment of the Pirates saga. A review of a 17th century British Naval officer's accent was top priority and so we committed much of the days dialogue to the practice there of. A fly on the wall would have keeled over in laughter at the attempts and exchanges between Ellsworth and I. With excitement and nervousness brewing, the sun set.
    The morning walk was brisk and the small auditorium housed a big open floor with a few tables around the side and a stage to one end. Ellsworth confirmed his name on the scheduling sheet and mine was left off. "Just go ahead inside" the lady whispered with a smile after penciling my name down. Our casting acquaintance, Scott, was inside and exchanged a greeting before directing us to a corner. We filled out the same card we did at the first casting call and were ushered outside for another photo. The volunteer photographer informed me the picture would be taken shirtless. I thought, "Why do YOU need to take off your shirt" but I wasn't going to argue with the pretty girl. I realized my oversight as she stood motionless waiting for me to strip down. Then, she included that the rest of the audition would require my shirtlessness. "Terrific" I thought sarcastically. Although, Ellsworth was much more apprehensive about it than I was. After a little cordial chatting with Scott, we were up on the stage with 13 other potentials, shirtless. The head of the casting company, Jamie, entered and we were given some introductory words and direction. Most of us fought to contain our nervousness. We watched one of the volunteers go through the process of finding the perfect exchange between the off camera questioner and the auditioner. After ten or so minutes of trial and error, Jamie was satisfied. The plan was for us to walk in from off camera as we fumbled with a rope. The preceding scripting contained two questions we would answer before stepping out of frame. Something to the effect of, "Why do you want to join the British Royal Navy" and then "what makes you a good sailor?" Did I mention that all our dialogue was in character and impromptu while standing on stage shirtless in a room full of volunteers, assistants and a casting director behind the camera staring you in the face? Nerve-racking to say the least.
    Once the adrenaline was pumping, the audition flew by. We were all relieved to be out of the spotlight and happy to have such an opportunity. Once off stage, some minor chit chat continued with Scott as the next group filed in. Ellsworth and I filled out our vouchers which would provide some payment for our time spent at the audition. Soon enough we were on the street walking back to the hotel, grins from ear to ear in place. Sometime during the day Ellsworth picked up that Scott would be meeting with Disney the next Tuesday. I'm not sure where I was during said information but I'd just assume be ignorant to such details as to not cause anxiousness. Scott would at that time find out key details and possibly be a part of picking the British soldiers with the assistant director. Presently, the audition was about 45 or 50 strong. How many would be cast? When would we have dates? When would wardrobe fitting be? All these pending specifics we would eagerly wait on. I walked content with the present and ready to enjoy the evening in Waikiki. Where is Clayton, you ask? Come find me.

Thanks to Jennifer Benink for editing.
Nikki :)
5/7/2010 18:55:10

Sounds like a crazy time; right up your alley!!

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