Yesterday…
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…
Another
place…
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?”
“Uh,
no.”
“Did
you ever take lessons?”
“Yeah,
back in fourth grade.”
“Good
enough. Get a tape on Spanish and practice.”
“What?
Why?”
“There’s
an audition I want you to go to.”
“When?”
“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.
AUDITION
Director:
“Sla te 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—“
Director: “Nev Ob viously 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.
So?
Ever
do anything so crazy? Or humiliating?
What
was it?
Always,
Em-Musing
