I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille*

This afternoon I attended my first casting call for a motion picture. The film - a James L. Brooks rom-com (that's what we in the biz call a romantic-comedy) featuring Owen Wilson as a Washington Nationals relief pitcher and Reese Witherspoon as his love interest. Paul Rudd is Wilson's nemesis in the film currently titled "How Do You Know?"

I heard about the casting call last week, which was only open to season ticket holders. After much debate with myself, I talked me into going on down to Nats Stadium this afternoon and giving it a shot. With a photo of myself with the DC United mascot in hand, I made my way on over. Expecting long lines and tons of people, I was surprised to walk on in and have absolutely no wait at all. I filled out a piece of paper that had contact and costume size info then walked over to a bunch of tables where there were several Casting Call staffers waiting. I sat and talked with a lady, and if I hadn't forced the conversation to continue, "the interview" would have lasted a mere minute consisting of info given by her to me about the filming process. She didn't take any notes or put any favorable symbols of any sort on my form. So who knows what my chances are. Hopefully the winning smile in my photo wins the director over. And hopefully the fact that I'm in a photo with the soccer mascot and not the baseball mascot won't kill my chances. If I don't get a callback, that's my scapegoat.

Who knows, this could be my big break!

*This is an oft misquoted line from Sunset Blvd. Norma Desmond actually says, "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.

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