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At the end of the last installment I was still auditioning. I'm having trouble sleeping at night and concentrating at work - I've already dedicated a couple of weeks to auditioning and not knowing if I have the part is driving me slightly insane. But there's light at the end of this proverbial tunnel - the film starts production in less than two weeks, so they have to decide soon.
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It's the third Saturday in a row that I've spent at the Troma Tae Kwan Do studio. But this Saturday is different because this time <B>Lloyd Kaufman</B> is there. Will has weeded down the choices for Lloyd to look at today and this, friends, is it. I get in at 11:00am - one of the first people there. I've been reading, re-reading, and practicing my sides like a madman. I'm driven. I feel as ready as I'm ever going to be . . . until they call me in to read as "Cop #2." I've never seen the lines for "Cop #2," but they're auditioning a guy for "Cop #1" and need someone to read with him. I feel the pangs of panic: My first reading in front of Lloyd and it's for a part I'm totally unprepared to play! Fortunately I don't really look like a "Cop #2" and spend the rest of the day being "Jerry." And boy do I. From 11:00am until 7:00pm I spend most of my time reading lines with tons of other actors (which is ten times less nerve-wracking than sitting in the waiting room, let me tell ya). At the end of the day after all of the other actors have left and I'm looking for an excuse to hang around, Lloyd sits me down on the couch. He seems a little worn out by the days' activities but offers me the job anyway. The offer is more of a relief than a climax: I'm thrilled but my job isn't done just because I've been cast. Now I - a guy who has never acted before - must please the director who I have considered a personal hero for a majority of my time on this planet!
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