I had a Cirque du Soleil audition yesterday and totally screwed up. I showed them nothing of what I could do. I went in a direction that was like the first clown improve I ever did. I went poetic and not physical. I totally sabotaged myself. But then, being bummed out at being cut in the afternoon, as I was biking home I realized it was all for the best.
What if I had delivered, and had been chosen. A huge dilemma would have ensued. Do I give up my artistic and personal development, all of my freedoms, the perfect clown job I have in hospitals and retirement homes, my condo, my projects, quality time with my wife and soon to be two kids, etc, to go do a very restricted mime role in the big corporate machine?
Rejection is always tough but I'm glad they made the decision for me. Maybe I'll audition again someday, when I retire...
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