The Audition day Arrived (YA the movie part III)

 YA the movie part III
So, i was given my audition date, right?

That's where i stopped last time i wrote. Now i feel like writting this in Spanish...what do i do? I'm kind of screwed...Changing to spanish would be kind of  saying to my english speaking freinds... "introduce this part of the story onto google translator if you want to know what happened next". 

Mind you, if the damn thing would do a better job, i seriously would continue the story in spanish....Cause for obvious reasons i refer writing in Spanish. Actually i'm not sure if that is a totally-true statement, it depends on how i feel on the day i write. Anyway, I've come up with the brightest of all solutions: (HA!) I'll write this thing twice. One for you and one for me. 

So the audition's day arrived.

I found the building and rang the bell. 

A well located small flat in Mexico City.

The director comes down to open the door and greets me as warm as always.

There isn't much chatting around the bushes... 

Ceratti plays in the background and i can see the script is opened on his computer screen. 

"I want you to read the whole script out-loud...Everything, including the scene headers, cuts, fade ins, fade outs, etc"- he said.

I was like: "Alright!" (again, playing the yes-and improv game).

Now, when you see the film, you'll realise why it isn't hard to get into the story. 

The first scene is a dry punch on your kidneys, heart and soul. 

This film is everything but a saving account, and what i mean by that, is that unlike most stories YA doesn't safe stuff for the end.  YA doesn't do saving. It throws it all at you at once. However, by saying this i'm not talking (by any means) about the end, or about beginning with the end.

YA begins with the beginning. The beginning is so tough it feels like a smack at breakfast time...when your vision is cloudy and your heart is still at ease.

Half way though the 1st secuence i was like "I want to do this". 

Half way through the script i felt i was being told the story... just like what hapens when you read a good book. Somehow you acquire the feeling a friend of yours is telling you a story, his/her story. 

The difference this time was that i felt i was telling my story to myself. There are about 7 characters apart from Daniela. They are all so punctual and well drawn that you know exactly why they are a part of her life. 

They all switch something. She's affected by them all...in different ways.

After about an hour i had finished reading YA. 

I remember this moment so clearly: carefully turning around, away from the computer screen, searching for the director's eyes. He sat behind me listenning to my reading. When our eyes met, he smiled, like he knew exactly how much i liked it.

So i said: "What do i do now? What's next?".

"I've chosen 4 scenes i want you to prepare, and you get the chance to choose 1. On the audition day, you'll show me 5 of them"- "Which one are you picking?" -he asked

"mmm.... ehhh..... can i read-" 

"-NO!"- he interrupted me. "From the read through, which scene you think will show an element of your acting i need to see".

"The first scene"- i said hastily.

His face turned into a huge bright question mark as if saying: Really?

I doubted myself for about a second, but quickly answered YES. I think i can do that one well.

He told me that scene1 in particular was the one he felt to be the hardest, yet a true oportunity to show different tints of the character. I agreed.

He sent the 5 scenes to my mail account and told me i'd have a little less than 2 weeks to show them to him.

After that, we talked about Daniela. Like he was introducing me to his best friend. A girl he knew so well, so i detail.... We spke about the stuff she was made of as a human being. The books she reads, the stuff she loves, her ideas on religion (very roughly at this point). The director explained to me how much of a music lover she was....

He went though the scenes he'd asked me to prepare and came up with phrases like:

"The worst it can hapen to you is to exist"

"Very fucked up ways of loving each other"

These above are amongst many many many many others.

4 hours had past. I was soaked with information about this girl. 

I was determined to get to her. The ride home was full of images... i felt as if i was making a bed with hundred of bedsheet- placing one over the other and over the other and over the last one... Each one with a different tones of blue...and gray...Really a heavy yet great picture.

So the preparation began.... i had 10 days to get to Daniela.

...to be continued. Thanks for reading