Interview after interview after interview! They were rolling in from the second I touched down on LA territory. My first was on the Disney lot. Seeing the tall walls and gigantic gates was exciting enough for me. I had arrived on one of the most famous lots in the world and it fulfilled every one of my expectations. Sound stages, people in suits, impeccable and fake looking buildings, this was it. I had to nail this interview. I walked into the building I was told my interview was going to be in and took a seat on the couch. I looked at the coffee table and saw Variety and Hollywood Reporter scattered across the top. These were the industry magazines I had begged for but of course the subscription was way to expensive. I watched the assistants door swing open and my competition walked out while making direct eye contact with me. Let the games begin folks. I took a big gulp and walked nervously into the office. The second assistant and producer (whom i will not name) were out of the office and I was a little relieved that I’d only have to impress the first assistant. He was really cool and spat out the producers impressive track record….Wedding Crashers, When in Rome, Van Wilder, ect. Unfortunately I didnt get the job. My little experience with scripts had damned me! Oh well…onto the next one.

My interview at Universal went better, however the women (whom again I will not name) came off as a cold bitch and so did her lackeys. I had walked into the office and both her servants (assistants) looked at me as if they were disgusted by the sight of an unknown human. I said “hi I’m here for an interview” and the one servant said “ok” and continued to stare. I looked around awkwardly not knowing what to do. A good 2 minutes later she said “take a seat” Gee thanks for telling me this now! Even if I got the job I wasn’t sure I’d accept. ONTO THE NEXT ONE! 

I nailed, and I mean NAILED my next inerview. It was at a Talent Management Company that is pretty well known. The woman was stylish, nice, and said I reminded her of a certain actor. I was in love with myself in that interview because everything coming out of my mouth was so charismatic and natural…pure gold iI tell u ;) Not sure what came over me, but I liked it. She loved me, and it was confirmed when she offered me the job on the spot. I was about to accept right then and there but told myself not to look desperate. I walked out, called my parents and gave them the news of my life. My trip here would finally be worth it.

NOT SO FAST…..

Literally 2 hours later I got a call form a studio/production company asking me to interview. I decided to go. This one would be easy since there’s now no pressure to get the job. Hmmm, strange, since what happened in the interview is something I can’t really explain. Ok don’t judge me, but often times my mind get the best of me. For some odd reason while in the interview my eyes started to tear and burn. They only do this when I tell myself “dont let your eyes tear” It’s like it has the opposite affect. While trying to avoid my eyes tearing, my eyes often start to twitch, as if this is more normal. I then am forced to looked down or away from the person who is speaking, this casues them to think I’m not interested in something they are saying. Either that or they just think I’m a weird fuck. Luckily, the assistant who interviewed me either didn’t notice or didnt mind because I was offered the job on the spot. I gave them the “ok” and accepted. The building was right across the street from CAA, how could I not accept?? I was asked to start the next day at my new job