MPAACT (Ma’at Production Association of Afrikan Centered Theatre) announces general auditions for its 2011-2012 season. July 17 - 20. Seeking non-equity African-American actors/actresses. Please bring 3 headshots/resumes and prepare one monologue (no longer than 2 minutes). To obtain a slot email: lanisa@mpaact.org.
Dear Ma’at,
I’ll be there. All three days. I will be performing original pieces: “Mama, Why Not the White Man’s Fatback?” “Jesus Loves a Hooker, Too: The Musical” and “Strange Dark Old Man Ghosts of Strange Dark Old Men Who Have Considered Skin Bleaching When Their Strange Darkness Had Grown Too Strange Old and Dark: On Ice.”
I will be performing each piece in its entirety, as opposed to excerpts, so your 2-minute limit does not apply to me. You MUST see the pieces as they were meant to be seen, or else you will suffer… as will the work.
Also, I am not familiar with a “monologue” in an actual stageplay, as I usually talk with other actors when on stage. To that end, I will be bringing my own scene partners, props and a band. Please provide the dry ice.
Thank you and I look forward to working with you this season. I can be contacted for casting at this email address. Any requests for full copies of my work that you might consider for production (and, of course you will once you’ve seen my “audition” pieces), should be forwarded to my writer email address. I have three additional email address — one for my massage therapy business, one for my t-shirt line entrepreneurship, and one for my porn/adult chat sites. Please do not use the latter three. Unless appropriate.
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- Blactor OUT!!!
14.Jul.11 
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19.Mar.11 General Comments (0)
While in the waiting area with all the other well-deserving, talented actors and blactors, there are some rules of behavior that need to be followed in regards to cell phone conversations in the lobby area:
1. If you need to make a phone call before your turn, take it outside. You probably never really NEED to make a phone call before your turn. So just wait. What’s so urgent in your life that it can’t wait a few minutes? Sure, the auditions are running behind and you might be late for your job-job and you need to call in. Exception. Or somebody’s gotta pick up your kids from school. Again, exception. But chances are nobody’s gonna die if you call them ten minutes later. But for 90% of the calls folks are making in that waiting area — NO EXCEPTION. Make that call before you walk into the casting office or, better yet, after you walk out. It’ll make you feel important to be that dude who pops his phone to his ear the second he starts strolling out of the office. You’ll look like you have purpose. You’ll walk taller and sexier. It’ll be good for your image and your ego. Yay, you.
2. If you need to take a phone call before your turn, take it outside. Or don’t take it at all. But taking the call and then telling your caller, repeatedly, “I’ve gotta go, I’m at an audition,” doesn’t get you off the hook. Bitch, you have voicemail. You shouldn’t have answered the phone in the first place. Now you’re just trying to make the other actors around you think that you’re actually trying to end the conversation (when, in fact, you really aren’t), and you’re trying to continually impress your friend/mom/co-worker/whoeverthefuck by redundantly reminding them that you’re “at an audition.” You’re not at an audition. We’re at an audition. All of us. And you’ve turned the waiting area into your own personal phone booth.
3. I miss phone booths.
4. If you are that chick who blabbed on and on and on into your cell phone at my audition last Thursday in L.A., get in a time machine with me, let’s go back to that moment together, and then…. you…. STFU!!! That is polite internet-speak for SHUT THE FUCK UP! But why be polite? You weren’t. I don’t care that you had two auditions for something called “Dunga” earlier that day. I don’t care that you colored your hair before coming to this audition. I don’t care that you have an audition tomorrow singing the Facts of Life song and that you don’t plan to add any inflection to your voice. I don’t care that you’ll barely have time to look over the sheet music. I don’t care that you were going to see the Walking with Dinosaurs show at the Ahmanson Theatre in a few hours (except for the fact that Walking with Dinosaurs was at the Staples Center and your dumb ass and your undoubtedly dumb ass children were about to be sorely lost and disappointed within a few hours). I hate you, lady. That sounds harsh, I know. But anything less abrasive wouldn’t adequately express the sentiment. So, incur the wrath.
Be kind. Be considerate. Be a professional. Acknowledge your surroundings. Surroundings which, ultimately, include other human beings. And, for the love of God, find a phone booth.
- Inda
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