While driving home from my Spanish class…
I practiced saying the new words from my lesson…
Still struggling with pronunciations…
As Spanish letters are said different than English.
‘A” is pronounced like ‘E’…
‘E’ like ‘I’…
‘J’ is said like an ‘H’, etc.
As I struggled with one new word…
Moving my mouth and tongue…
To get the pronunciation correct…
A memory began surfacing…
Images of another time…
When I spoke Spanish.
A past life regression?
Don’t I wish.
It was actually a memory…
Of a past audition I can’t believe I did.
You see, I am a voiceover talent…
With over twenty-five voices in my repertoire.
One day, many years ago, my agent called.
“Leigh you speak Spanish, don’t you?”
“Did you ever take lessons?”
“Yeah, back in fourth grade.”
“Good enough. Get a tape on Spanish and practice.”
“There’s an audition I want you to go to.”
“In two days.”
“But I can’t pull this off.”
“You’ll be fine. Oh, and this is a new client.
I want to impress them with you.”
OK, here is when my brain must have farted…
Because I agreed, bought a tape, and practiced.
Slate you name.”
Me: “Leigh Caron.”
Director: “OK, Leigh you can begin anytime.”
Me: “Buenos Tardes—“
***laughter in the control room***
Director: “Stop! You don’t speak Spanish, do you?”
Me: “Uh, no, no I don’t.”
Director: “Why did you come to the audition then?”
Me: “Well, um, you see, um—“
mind. Nev Obviously you’re not right…
for this script, but your agent gave me
your CD. I like your voice. And I have other
scripts you can audition for another day.”
Well, I did get those other voiceover gigs
So it all worked out in the end…
But I can tell you this...
Humiliation in any language?
Feels the same.
Ever do anything so crazy? Or humiliating?
What was it?