A few weeks ago, a friend sent me a casting notice calling for DIE-HARD Justin Timberlake fans. Being the DIE-HARD Justin Timberlake fan that I am, I immediately dropped everything, like literally, I dropped whatever I was holding, and composed a letter to the casting agent which I then posted on my blog.
Within 12 hours, and after a sleepless night, I heard back from the casting director. She wanted to see me at 6:00pm the following evening. In L.A.
After changing my undergarments, I called my bestie in LA, Hayley, to say we’d be staying with her overnight and I told my daughters’ teachers that they’d be missing a day of school. This is one of those things that kids can miss school for, right? You bet your sexy back, right.
So, the next day, which happened to be a Friday, I packed up the kids (after getting my fix in at the Dailey Method) and we road tripped to LA together. Of course we hit traffic, stopped at two Starbucks, got lost twice (even though I’ve been to this friend’s house multiple times), and sat in more traffic. Then I dropped the kids off, dropped the proverbial kids off (you know what those nerves can do), did my hair and make-up and Google-mapped my audition location.
Now this is where I wished I had hidden cameras filming me.
All of the various maps and suggestions from friends that I referred to told me a different route. Like COMPLETELY different routes. It was like an SNL “Californian’s” sketch where everyone was telling me which freeways to take or to skip but they weren’t making any sense.
I drove through K-town (Korea Town for all you Caucasians out there, but since my husband is half-Korean, I am, by default, able to call it K-Town), or more accurately, I crawled through K-Town at a snails pace because it was 5:00pm on a Friday and everyone was trying to drive somewhere.
Oh, and I had to pee.
I called people, with my headset of course, and inched my way through Los Angeles, getting lost, re-directing myself, and ultimately finding my destination just on time. When I got there I realized I didn’t even know what the casting call was even for, and I realized the extent of how much I love Justin Timberlake, driving my ass through LA traffic on a Friday at 6 to an unknown destination for an unknown project.
Once I arrived I saw signs that sais, “Megastore” so I assumed the commercial was for the Virgin Megastore.
(UPDATED: The commercial was for freaking Target, see below!).
In the waiting room sat a wide variety of peeps of all different colors, sizes, styles, and ages, though I was by far the oldest one there. They were taking five people into the room at a time. I anxiously sat, checking my phone, and trying to remember every JT song lyric I could.
Finally the casting assistant called my name and I was escorted into the dark casting room, with four others, where one gal stood behind a camera, told us to line up next to each other, and each take turns saying our name into the camera and giving our 30 schpiel as to why we are JT’s biggest fan. Being in a dark room, where I couldn’t see who/what I was talking to, and having to do it front of 4 others was nerve wracking to say the least. Particularly when the second girl in line took my schtick, which was going to be to recap some of his SNL sketches.
In one minute I had to re-think my approach, and when it was my turn, I introduced myself and said I was representing the cougars of the world. Yes, I said that, because it was true. Then I said that my daughter was conceived the night of his concert because I was, um, excited. Yep, said that too, because it was true. Then I went into a history of his albums, singing and dancing to each one: Rock Your Body, then Sexy Back, then Suit and Tie.
Then my miunute was up and it was on to the next person. Then I blinked and I was back at my friend Hayley’s house wondering what the heck had just happened.
Then the weekend passed, with me checking my phone every five minutes to see if I had gotten a call back, but to no avail.
Apparently my cougar bit didn’t work.
BUT. On the bright side, it was a fun experience, I got to spend the weekend with Hayley and her family and I was reminded why I love/hate auditioning.
Thank you, Justin, for that!
And if you missed his rad-ass performance of his new song, Mirrors, on Jimmy Fallon last night, check it out here! Love this song!
Happy Justin Timberweek!
UPDATED on MARCH 22
Apparently the commercial was for Target, not the Virgin Megastore, and here it is.
I am dying over this!