Where is Clayton?
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   Over the years, a handful of ever-passing people have mentioned or recommended that I listen to, or even go see live, a band called The Black Keys. While in Los Angeles, a very lovely young lady extended an invite to a Keys show which would take place on my birthday. My drive home for my day o’ birth celebration made a trip back to L.A. less than ideal. A viewing of the band would have to wait. While attempting to stay current on local musical performance options (I recommend iLike on Facebook or cell app), I learned of The Black Keys’ scheduled for Cain’s Ballroom right here in Tulsa, OK. Because the show was advertised as "sold out," I did not see it fit to arrange my schedule around the event. I figured if I happened to be off the day of the show then I would make my way to downtown Tulsa to investigate. And that, I did!

   During my time working for Fourth Mate Productions, on Pirates of the Caribbean, I met lots of very cool and interesting people. One of those unique individuals was Jessica A. Nelson. She seemed to be an outside-of-the-box gal, which was my motivation to become acquaintances. One day on Oahu, while riding in a passenger van to set, Jessica and I did an iPod swap. This was my introduction to a realm of music of which I previously hadn't been aware.

   Those of you who know me well (chocolates!), are acutely aware of my love for all things dessert. Perhaps if there were severe repercussions for my overindulgent consumption, I would be more prone to disregarding my cravings. Unfortunately this isn’t the case. Not only do I not gain weight from such ventures as devouring seven pints of Haagen-Dazs in twenty four hours but I also deeply enjoy it.

   If you read my articles then, undoubtedly, you have noticed that I like to explain an event in its entirety which, some would note, makes my articles (slightly) lengthy. Filtering what I want to put into a story is difficult because I like including all the nuances that go along with an experience. While writing a recent article (The Black Keys at Cain’s, which has not been posted), I had to force myself to leave out things I noticed about people, such as clothing changes or facial hair. Personally, I find those details interesting and they stick out in my mind as an integral part of painting a complete picture. Yet, I understand that an anecdote full of lengthy descriptions might be meaningless to blog followers, and can make for tedious reading. So here lies my search for balance, and my reason for the long delay in whereisclayton.com posts.

    After being told that my place in the movie was solidified, the apprehension of a potential eradication was dispelled. Until now, butterflies would accompany any call from Scott. Now, that nervousness turns to excitement and I'm eager for each new movie experience. This day brings wardrobe, an area on my life's map that is uncharted.

    At 2:23 post meridian Hawaii time, my phone rings with the immediately noticed (808) Hawaii area code preceding. On the other end, Amy from the casting company. A greeting and her name comes through clearly but the reception suddenly goes down the tube. I'm on the edge of my seat wondering what news she will bring. Scott has frequently placed calls to Mystery Ellsworth or myself just to chit chat but a call from Mrs. Amy surely means business. My present residence has concrete walls so I rush over to the window to search for call clarity. She repeats, "Hey, it's Amy from Pirates." My return "hello" is spoken as I'm holding my breath. "I'm calling to let you know ...

    The big third audition day had arrived. It's was about three weeks since the first "open casting call" and I've been from Kauai to Oahu and back trying to secure my spot on Pirates of the Caribbean 4. My film involvement hangs in the balance on this Saturday, May 15 in 2010. Mystery Ellsworth's time slot was at 10:30 and I'm the designated tag along with high hopes. Although not ideal, my in-tow status beats sitting at home with no possible audition so I'm off to pursue the unknown. In order to have success, you have to put yourself in a position to receive it.

    My phone rings with Scott at the other end. He relays details about the costumes and the size restrictions that come with them. The measurements previously listed were the available sizes for the British soldier's wardrobe. For this reason, my height was of concern. As of now, Scott said that my place in the film would be down graded to a standby extra. There are apparently limitations to wardrobe customization because the rented outfits were coming from one film and to be sent to another as soon as we finish. I should add that the height I filled in on my information card, which was the casting company's reference, was in the 6'4" realm, which was my liberal guess. I'm generally 6'2" or 3" if I stretch out. When Scott asked to confirm my height in the days before, he didn't include the reasoning or height limitations. Therefore, I had no reason to believe it was an issue. Little did I know that my guesstimate was eliminating me from a potential spot in the film.

    The saga continued yesterday with a short call from Scott. The rollercoaster ride of ups and downs has become common place and I'm becoming more aware of how fragile one's confirmation can be. The most influential news to me was Jamie, the casting company CEO, found my height to be a negative. It was relayed that the desired height was 5' 10" to 6' 1" which I am a bit over. Scott's message about my height was worded so nervously and randomly that I couldn't draw a conclusion on whether this was a final decision or a discussion of concern.

    Everything involved with these proceedings has been so amazing to me regardless of the outcome. Scott has been invaluable in bringing together such a unique experience. Throughout this whole saga, he has kept Ellsworth and I up to speed on all the details he has access to. Details that are not only entertaining but key in helping Ellsworth and I make subsequent moves and preparations. Which leads me to today's call.