The text message beeped on my mobile. It was from my agent. They have this snazzy new system that alerts you to the time, address and contact for an audition, plus sends you more details by email. FAN - TAS - TIC.
It was for a feature film. E - VEN BET - TER.
With two up and coming casting directors. GREAT!!!
When I called my agent to confirm, we hit a snag.
"You're going to have to look a lot older."
"How much older?"
"Well, that's not too bad. At least it's not 80!"
"I told them that today's 45 look 30. I guess it all depends on how old the girl is that they'll be casting as your daughter. She's meant to be 25-30." (It turns out that my part was mean to be 45 -55.)
"Will do my best!"
"Try not wearing any make-up." (Unfortunately, I tend to look younger without any make-up. Tired and drawn, but younger. It's strong make-up that ages me.)
So here I am. As it happens, I slept badly and I've caught someone's cold so I'm definitely not looking my freshest.
The thing is, this is all good news. Thanks to my agent's doggedness, I'm getting in front of not one but two young and hungry casting directors.
Watch this space...