Well, everything went really well with the Boca audition! The girl I was supposed to portray is supposed to be a bubbly, empathetic, college-aged girl who loves to help people. She is a bit of an idealist, because she says she wants to change the world in the beginning of the script. This girl was totally me. Totally. I read the script and checked it twice, went into the audition room radiating confidence and glowy, philanthropic essence. I was directed, redirected, and redirected again. It seemed like everything was set in stone that I got this role. I hit it off with them! I really did. They said I would hear from them at the end of Friday. It's Saturday. No call arrived, people!
I swear I did everything perfectly!
Except I didn't slate when they told me to. *faceDESK*
It's not as simple as it sounds. The camerawoman told me to slate my name and number, everyone else in the room began to talk to me and there was no lull in the commotion for me to do so. It happened so quickly that before I knew it, I was reading my lines. It's not technically all my fault, yet I still feel wholly responsible for screwing up my audition. Still, I didn't slate. The biggest film audition no-no.
I need a drink.