I had an audition in the channel ten building. I was up for a role as a laughing person. This was it, finally a chance to shine, a chance to play the role I was born to play, Laughing Guy Number Two!
I rode my bike over the Anzac Bridge and locked it up against a street sign. As I was early and little bit sticky, (not from the ride, I bathed in honey earlier) (Editors Note: It was from the ride, that honey comment was a lie. Strike one Seaton.) As I was early I stopped into Studio 4 Cafe, a medium sized cafe just up the road from the Channel 10 building and had a coffee while I made some notes for my audition.
I ordered my Soy Cap and took a seat. "Oh no!" I proclaimed, "I don't have a pen!"
I approached the counter and pleaded with them to lend me a pen, and lend a pen they did! Which was great, because now I had a pen.
I sat down and drank my coffee in the courtyard. It is a peaceful courtyard, and from the clientele now seated in it with me, it attracts employees from the local businesses.
I sit under the umbrella and mentally prepare. I return the pen and get the keys to the bathroom. Unfortunately this means walking down to the corner of Saunders Street and into the Channel Ten building parking garage to use the bathroom they share. It's a good hundred metres, but I need to look fresh for my laughing debut.
I give them back the key, thank them for a relaxed and calm environment and head into the studios. Up the stairs I go, destiny awaits, Laughing Guy Number Two.
I laugh, sometimes without noise, sometimes a snort, a chortle, a chuckle here or there. I get a call back a week later and again sit in Studio 4 Cafe, but this is the last I hear from them and someone else gets that 8 seconds of glory, I so rightly deserved. read more