TV presenting audition number 1.

Well, I didn't think I was going to make it.

I had drawn a pretty perfect map of how to get to the place of audition, Wenlock Business Centre. However, it seems that Google likes to tease me. It wasn't even in the same direction.

Alas, after a journey that took literally ten times longer than estimated, I arrived ten minutes before my audition.


I
was
bricking it!

But it was really okay! I met two other girls there who had never gone for an audition like this either. That was settling. One of them was a lovely young police woman called Sarah who wanted a change of career.

So, after I accidentally nominated myself to go first, I was lead into a room with a white screen and video camera. While on film, a lady asked me to tell her about myself.

FIRST LESSON LEARNT - DO NOT RAMBLE.

I do believe I had one of those 'eyes shifting, nodding, hurry-up glances'.

I was then given three lines. I had to memorise them one at a time, and perform them at the camera. The first two lines were spoken with ease. Then it seems that it went so well, that my brain decided I was overdue for a fuck up. It took me four attempts to say the third line off by heart.

LESSON NUMBER TWO - NERVED AFFECT YOUR MEMORY. CHILL.

It was very casual and we all laughed it off, but with approximately thirty/forty more hopefuls to see, I know they'll be choosing a person with a decent memory for short sentences.

I made an effort to make interesting and funny conversation with them as I left. Telling them that it was my first ever audition may or may not go to be advantage.

Next step? Ring up Wednesday to see if I'm through to the next stage! I'm not expecting to be (that's not modesty, just truthful!). I came out of it thinking, "what was I so scared about?". And I needed that reassurance, because the next time I go for a job, I'll know exactly what to expect.

Moral of the story - two valuable lessons learnt!

Hi Bloggy,


Busy doing work that's due on Tuesday, that I had no idea about until yesterday. 


Bloody Uni handbook. 


Not annoyed at all. 


Love you, you inanimate piece of cyber-nothingness.


Speak soon


xxxxxx

This week is only getting bigger and better!

I've been given an audition at a casting call for a TV presenting job, this Sunday! It's for a reality show, but hell knows what exactly. There's no way I'm even hoping to get it, but I'm very excited at being given opportunities like this though, just so I know what to expect at these kind of interviews! 


I've only been back in Epsom for 48 hours, but with everything that's been going on, it feels more like a week. In a good way though! You just never know what the next day is going to bring. 


I'm hoping to dose myself out with Horlicks and sleeping pills tonight - sleep has not been my friend recently!


Looking forward to a pub quiz tomorrow night with the Horsley girls (:

x

Ready, steady, quiz.

Last nights applications were a SUCCESS! I got a phone call today from Fever Media who invited me down to Camden to audition to be on the pilot/series episode of a news topical quiz show, likely to be commissioned by ITV.

I headed down tonight having no idea what to expect. To be honest, I'm not a fan of Camden. I feel like I have to keep my head down and hold on to my bag for dear life. I headed down a scruffy street thinking, "why the hell would you want your office here?" before stumbling across a massive, posh building - that's the only way I can describe it!


I headed to the right floor and met the other 4 auditionees. When you know your personality is being judged by passer-bys who choose whether or not to put you on a show, it's amazing how much harder you find yourself laughing at everyone else's shit jokes. 


The actual audition was pretty casual. This guy explained the rules while we sat around the table with little bells (the kind of ones you find sitting on a reception desk). Then the game commenced, with overly-polite laughter and cheesy, "Damn I knew that!" moments! I was winning for about ten minutes, before Will (who has appeared on 15-1), took my points! There was also a women there who had been on Eggheads and won £250,000 on Who Wants to be Millionaire - competition! 


Anyway, I went out in the penultimate round (not that it matters how we did, points wise). Think I find out tomorrow if I'm on it. Get in!


Also got an audition to sing for a Great Ormond St Hospital charity night. Though I realised they'd want me on 3 days I can't do, so ba-bye to that one! Awesome to know that the StarNow website is paying off though!


So, for 24 hours work, so far, so good!

Yes, please.

Applications I made today include:


Sport Relief presenter
Quiz show pilot
ABBA tribute band member
Cruise ship vocalist
Games console advert extra
Punk-pop music video extra


and shit loads more. 


Go on, gimme an audition :D

A dedication to some of my very talented friends....

Ventnor's finest, Louis Checkley, is a student at BIMM, and is a singer, guitarist, pianist and songwriter. Check out his lush melt-in-the-mouth tones on his MySpace page. You can find him at open-mike nights around Brighton.

Trevor Vallender, a budding publisher and writer, has only just set up his own blog, 'Miracles and Placebos' so that we can be graced with his imaginative discriptive pieces, such as 'The Black Dog'. Below is an extract;

The last you see before you are taken is the glowing. Their fur is the blackest of blacks, a void of colour, but this serves only to extenuate the monstrous fire in their eyes. If you are attuned to these things as I am, you may catch that fire from the corner of your vision as your time draws near, for the taking is rarely instant. In your last days they watch you, judging you before returning you to their master.

I know not who their master might be. Were the Greeks right on this, as so many things? Do they tend to Hades beck and call? All I can say is there must be some power which tears them from their restless sleep in the Styx, that timeless barrier between this life and the after.


Tom Stuart, all round techno-geek, is a pretty-dab hand with a paint brush (paint, as in, yes, paint the computer programme!) Funny charactertures and thought-provocking images... (make a site, Tom!)

I Scream

'Mother Earth'



'Arny'

A lot of my friends have some amazing talents (all though some of them keep them to themselves!)

I'm proud (:

Untitled. As yet....

For uni we've been asked to write a disciptive piece on an album. I chose 'Essential Jazz Singers', released by NotNow music.


I bought you today.
I turned you on.
You have so many moods, I dont know how to feel around you.
Sometimes you make me want to rejoice, "Halleluleah".
And dance joyfully, crying out, "yeah, my baby does just care for me!".
Other times, you say to me, "Good morning heartache", and I remember just how much of it there is in the world.
And how depressing you can be.
You have multiple personalities.
Just when i think I know you, that you've given me all of your wisdom and knowledge,
you sing to me a line that makes so much sense, a different kind of sense, to what you meant before.

If only we were of the same time, I could watch you as a young performer in a smokey, 1940's bar.

You teach me so much. But you aren't so popular around my friends.

They don't care to know how wonderful you are. They should really get to know you.

2011 - the year of the work whore.

Greetings to you, 2011. I feel as if you are a welcome breathe of fresh air, bringing with you inspiration and if possible, even more determination then what was already being retained in my tiny, disproportionate head.

This is the year for me to hurl myself like a slapper to the working community and get as much TV presenting/radio experience as humanly possible.

I've started off with some baby steps, by creating a Twitter page, a LinkedIn account and signing up to StarNow (yeah cheesy name, I know), which adverstises jobs in the area of TV, radio, music and loads more.

I'm finally planning on getting round to starting some video blogs. What I'll be gabbing on about, I don't know yet. Suggestions?

Anywho, this is the year. Failure is not an option!