Our favourite Water for Elephants rube is back with an account of the audition process. It’s so much fun to see the behind the scenes goings on. I also love that Cody swears so much.
The afternoon came quickly and I packed my gear for the evening: violin, music stand, sheet music, water bottle, and protein bar. I mapped out the audition location and loaded the car. Traffic was like a thick marsh with no way around. Inch by inch I pushed through but the clock had no mercy. Deep within the Valley I found the location and was in a state of panic. “I’m late, I’m f#&$ing late to see Francis Lawrence!” I yanked my violin out of the car and slammed the door. “Suite 12_ ….? Damn! What was it!?” I came around the corner of a building and heard trumpets and trombones blaring. Loud chatter led me around another corner where I found a circus. Literally.
Clowns, stilt-walkers, jugglers, trumpeters, midgets, and coochie girls mulled around the sleek business campus. At the first table I passed three fat clowns playing a game of poker. I looked ahead and saw a line of twenty people in front of a small table — must be the check-in. I walked quickly but then realized the auditions were not running on time. They never do.
I stood in line next to an older gentleman who was also carrying a violin case. The check-in took over twenty-minutes so each shared the major highlights from our violin careers. He was currently running a private violin studio, performing in a community orchestra, and had been a professional violinist for a long-time. “Wow,” I thought. “I bet he’s really good.” I chuckled to myself. I love competing.