#acting story

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[runningthegalaxies]

How An Experience With Failure Can Provide Hope Through The Journey Of A Dream-Chasing Life

I have watched celebrities live the good life through social media. They always look perfect in body shape while being swaddled in luxuries. And so, so happy. Why wouldn’t they? They are living the dream life for a living after all. They don’t need to set time aside for what they love. I shake my head every time I hear a complaint about that kind of lifestyle. I know specific circumstances cause them misery we don’t know about. All the same, I would still gladly switch day jobs and cash amounts just to demonstrate I can live a comfortable life and not complain about it. Way better than being poor and stuck in a building working the 9-to-5 before finally getting your free time to work on your dream goals!

I know everyone is grinding to get by. I know they also wish they could live that life. It is human nature to feel this mesh of feelings that people might interpret as different forms of attitudes. I would lie in bed and wallow in self-destructive thoughts. I would forget God’s existence when being so distracted with daily tasks. I had to work hard to rewire my thinking with the help of a therapist. I worked on self-care, exercising, and mindfulness meditation to get to the peaceful state I am today. 

I hyper focus on lots of dreams, but the big dream in this story is acting. I never thought I would reach Hollywood-level success, but if it got me out of the 9-to-5 slavery, I would be so grateful.

Last year, I developed the urge to pursue acting instead of just dreaming about it. I took some classes in acting techniques, helped to put together a local theater group, made an acting resume, and have begun to audition for a variety of acting jobs. 

In the past, I felt really hurt when I couldn’t book gigs, even with callbacks (although anyone in the industry would know there’s a million reasons that may have nothing to do with talent as to why they picked someone else). But today, things are different. I was confident in myself. I was not ashamed nor shy nor practicing negative self-talk. I was positive. I gave myself time to practice with a newfound sense of self-worth. I rewired my brain to make the best out of the auditioning experience. I have never auditioned for multiple streams of entertainment before, but whether or not I booked anything, I was so glad I had the opportunity to do so. Like the particular experience I will describe below.

I hopped online to look for acting gigs in different places, including local theaters. I suddenly found an audition posting for the weekend, which was 3 days later. I’ve suddenly begun to feel the way I always felt: nervous, shaky, heart pounding, needing to stop what I was doing. It was overwhelming. And this would usually last for a good half hour until I forgot about the posting.

Unlike the university play audition I spotted a couple weeks before this one, I didn’t quit and leave the page feeling like I was incapable of even trying. I decided I was going to audition for this new opportunity this time. It was a casting call for the Charlie and The Chocolate Factory musical play. I thought I could play one of the kids’ moms. I screenshot the casting call page with my phone, and downloaded the audition instructions and character sheet. There was going to be a cold read for select characters during callbacks on Sunday, but on Friday and Saturday, all auditioners needed to follow a choreographed dance scene and sing their own choice of a theatrical musical song. I picked the song “Over The Rainbow” by Judy Garland from The Wizard of Oz. I made this choice because the Internet said this song qualified as a theatrical musical song. I also thought it would be the easiest song for me to learn before the audition day.

Keep this in mind. I’ve never auditioned for a musical before, so I wasn’t sure how things worked. Even so, I wanted to have fun with it. I was determined to do my best with what I got. I spent the next three days practicing the song to perfect my vocals and work on some TPR movements for specific moments. I was on fire about the song because I had taken some singing lessons a while back that showed me a better way to take breaths, which bettered my singing voice.

I was used to singing and acting in front of people, but it still made me really nervous to do it in front of the casting team. (This made anyone nervous, of course.) I sang in front of neighbors and my own family members to get used to singing in front of people to ensure I’d be okay when I sang in front of the casting crew. When I sang for them, I told myself that it was okay if people were watching. I’ve recently learned that it’s actually better to accept that people are watching you or that you are being recorded than trying to find a way to pretend that nothing around you exists. I don’t know why, but studies have shown that this method is better for your health and performance. I can tell you that that advice works because when I stood on that stage and began singing the song, I was mostly okay, which was not something I expected to be. In the past, my voice would crack and my brain would go blank.

When I entered that community theater downtown, everything looked beautiful. The professionalism was Hollywood-level compared to what I was used to. I had never set foot in another theater other than the ones in high schools, including the one I helped put together (we didn’t have our own building). It seemed intimidating, but everyone running the theater was so nice, I felt welcomed and comfortable right away.

Waiting for instructions and the auditioning process to begin as we sat in the audience seats… I didn’t like the alienated silence.I built up the courage to walk up to multiple people with a friendly face and asked them who they were auditioning for to break the ice and admitted that I was nervous as much as I was excited about the chance to be in the play. Talking about your fears takes the power away from them. And it truly did. I just hope those folks I chatted with felt the same way.

The most beautifully memorable thing about the experience was sitting in the back behind the curtains, quietly hanging out with other people waiting to audition. Something about the red walls and red carpeted floors and floral bathrooms made it feel like a much fancier place. My thoughts wandered about shooting a movie in that area. How fun it must be to be able to go to different locations and act as different people in a different world with different situations before coming back as yourself with the chance to explore and travel. 

During our wait for the singing portion of the musical play audition, a mother and her teen son sat next to me and my husband. We talked a lot about our theatrical and musical experience, what we would be signing, the role we were auditioning for, and our nerves. The kid was a 17 year old who was auditioning for Mike Teavee, which was funny to me because I was auditioning to be his or Charlie’s mother. He told me he was signing a musical portion from the existing play musical he saw online (something I didn’t know about). I felt a hundred times better about how the evening was going to go.

While getting ready before taking off for that theater, I dressed in a brown knitted dress with a green torn sweater and blue gym shoes. I was trying to mimic the way the mother dressed to help the director see me in the role. I also used a green pen on my application for extra memorization. I don’t think they noticed my intentions with those things. 

After I did the singing and took a deep vocal breath of relief backstage, I sat down, waited two hours for the dancing portion of the evening while I played on my phone. When the children climbed the stage and the adults dominated the halls between the audience seats to engage in the practice round, I thought the dancing was going to be a piece of cake… until the choreographer started to demonstrate the routine she wanted us to do. A lot of us got a little nervous, which was comforting because it meant I wasn’t alone. As best we could, we danced the routine several times with some flaws here and there. Funny enough, the imperfections made the audition a lot funner. Some people were called back for two more rounds of dancing.

Then finally, the casting crew announced they’d contact us for callbacks and acceptance/rejections of roles through phone and social media before we left the theater for the night. Out of the theater, on the sidewalk, on my way home, I repeated, “I DID IT!”

I gathered all my strength to audition for a musical, and it turned out to be the funnest audition I’ve ever been to! I couldn’t believe it. I was determined to not let those evening hours feel like a waste of time if I was not picked for a role. I wanted it to be a positive experience and it was.

So I was okay with being rejected, which is the hardest thing a person could go through. Was I upset? Of course I was. But then I remembered everything that happened before that made me smile. And so instead, I smiled.

Let me tell you this: I don’t want to forget this experience. That is why I think it is a great idea to write this story. It might sound like I’m a loser highlighting a failure that makes me look foolish, but trust me when I tell you that it makes me look brave and awesome. I know that it makes me look the opposite. Plus, remember, part of the purpose of writing this story involves learning not not to care what other people think. Think about it. What would have happened in my crazy head if I put all my energy into the rejection? I’d lose a day trying to accurately analyze why they didn’t like me. That doesn’t do anyone any good.

This story serves as a message to dreamers everywhere to make the best of their journey, focus on their goals, and not let anything knock them down. Are you currently going through inconveniences? This is the part where you stand up tall and strong, still believing you are good enough, and keep going.

[discoedelysium]

one thing i keep coming back to is the fight scene in the council room from s208 because it just tells us SO much about viktor. when he enters the room in his avatar he catwalks in. he moves with so much elegance and so much confidence. the way he pins jayce by the wrist and then slowly wraps his fingers around jayce’s hammer. the way he wraps his legs around jayce and cups his face and brushes his fingers over his lips. the way when he’s towering over jayce in the astral plane he calls him *his* partner for the first time.

we’re seeing who viktor is when he inhabits a body that he thinks is perfect

in the avatar of the glorious evolution, where viktor finally sees himself as powerful, as pure, as just like everybody else… he’s confident with jayce, even dominant, in a way he would never allow himself to be while he was alive in his original body.

and of course the kicker is that without his imperfections, without his entire self, he’s not viktor to jayce anymore. ‘my partner died in this room’

and it takes until the finale, until viktor can see himself through jayce’s eyes, for it to click that he could have been this way with jayce all along. that he has always been equal to jayce. that his confidence, his grace, his power - jayce saw it all along.

and i just found the end of the council room scene so devastating. the way that once viktor’s perfect evolved body is broken we immediately see him huddled and collapsed on the floor, making himself as small as possible

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

my first play through and also trying to keep everyone from becoming their worst selves is going well why do you ask

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

pride and prejudice enjoyers when the main characters make choices based on both their pride and their prejudice

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.

[bigcalpico]

all i want is my partner back

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

News spreads fast.

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[giarossin]

istg the moment i saw jayce d**th threats i realised how much i overestimated cognitive abilities of this fandom. they were just happy to jump on a hate train without taking a second to comprehend what even happened. "his mind [fucking] suffered", viktor told y'all himself. not to mention what horrors he saw in arcane backrooms. not to mention viktor literally wanted him to destroy the hexcore before he became jesus and literally dumped him because he didn't do it.

[causalityparadoxes]

The fact Rogue didn't push the button while kissing the Doctor. It would have been so easy. In character for what the Doctor might expect even. He's the Rogue after all, the classic morally dubious role.

I think with that quiet 'no' the Doctor was expecting him, maybe even asking him, to take the decision out of their hands. To press it for them. Then they'd both have the fresh pain of losing someone and could go on to travel together.

But the Rogue isn't into cosplay, he isn't playing a character. So instead he puts the Doctor's happiness with Ruby above his own life, and above a life with the Doctor. He pushes Ruby out of the way, taking the controller with him so the Doctor still doesn't have to choose. That sad, cheeky, rogue-ish grin as he does it. Its just so unbearably sweet

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[vaguely-concerned]

I still can't believe that bioware has morrigan tell you a whole story about how as a kid she came upon a girl she thought was so beautiful that it rocked her entire world and awakened new and bewildering longings in her (longings which by their very existence angered and perturbed her mother)... and then they have the temerity to ask me to believe she's straight

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[itsscottiesstark]

Am I the only one that actually agrees with Neil about season 2 being "quiet, gentle and romantic"? OBVIOUSLY not the final 15, but the rest was terribly sweet and so so so romantic.

The dancing? "I thought we carved it out for ourselves" "so did I"??? "Our car"????? Are you kiiiiidding me????

And- hear me out. What's more romantic than this: