A crazy thing happened to me on the way to the gym…
I wish more stories happened this way although I don’t go to the gym as often as I would like. So, on the morning I decide to get my but to the gym I figured I should check my messages first. GOOD THING!! It was Manitoba Theatre Centre!!! I was asked to come to a call back. IN AN HOUR!!! WHAT!!?? I was preparing for a separate audition later that day for the docu-drama film “We Were Children” so MTC was out my head already. “That was yesterday!” I replied as I scrambled to find my “old” script.
The MTC audition was quite a task. Ten pages of dialogue for the british speaking artist, Leonard Irving. It took an intensive 3 days of study to get it to flow and even then I was only getting started, so it was a real joy to do it again, although I still wish I had more time to prep. The director (Rick Ross) gave me a few notes and then let me do my thang. He was very gracious and seemed to like it yet I know that a few extra hours in the morning would have helped me “kill” it. Lesson learned. I’m checking my messages as we speak and every hour on the hour from now on. Of course a call like that will still come when I’m in the shower or shoveling the driveway or framing a door in my basement with the saw a blazing.
That’s right I also framed and installed a door yesterday. I’ll get to that.
The ‘We Were Children’ audition with the fantastic Shelly Anthis went quite well. Shelly is newer to the casting scene but I love how she gives the time and assurance that allows actors to do their best. She also fills in any story direction that might be helpful. I wish her well. At any rate a film script like this was so much easier to prepare than the MTC script as long as I didn’t slip back into british. Not saying I don’t put my time in. Not saying that.
Off to framing the door.
We’ve been finishing our basement for the past 2 months and hey, it’s not finished but it’s a great switch from acting because it offers a tangible reward for ones efforts. You get to see your accomplishment everyday. I do recommend it. Although I am a bit of a perfectionist as my wife will attest. The door wouldn’t close strait. It was baffling. I took off the hinge and banged it around. I lifted one side jam so that the door was level because the floor was not. I took out nails because the frame wasn’t strait. We removed frame, added smaller spacers, added shims, hated the shims. Needless to say Rose-Anne was not having a good time. She’s put a lot of work into the project and is great at the drywall but the game of inches with the door was something she was not interested in at the days end. So we parted ways at 10:30 and I gladly finished a smooth closing door at 12:05.
I couldn’t stop. I hate stopping in the middle. I hate sleeping like that. Grraah it makes me agitated thinking about it. Not at Rose-Anne, let’s be clear, just an unfinished half swinging door that is impossible to close and causes problems for 10 years. I will not die with that on my conscious. I refuse. I will not have you come to my house, open my lazy ass door while I’m dead and say, “There, this goes to show how much Dean Harder was obviously a sluggish lackadaisical sloth man. The door doesn’t even close. Cremation it is.”
No. There is nothing like ending a fantastic day, than to have a tangible accomplishment staring you in the face. It was icing on the cake. I am very proud of our work together. I am proud of where I’ve come in the past year as an actor, as a makeshift carpenter, as a fake british painter and I am excited for the future. A future where I can invite people to a party in my basement with my angled walls and smooth closing door and a makeshift green screen and my friends can finally rant the pride right out of me and tell me what I should have done instead.
Can’t wait.
Posted: on Feb 16 2011 |
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