much to my surprise, and to ganesha, the hindu yoga god of success and destroyer of evils and obstacles, i was cast as yoga instructor girl in an upcoming commercial. unfortunately, i can’t get into specifics regarding the project…all very hush-hush. i’m sure this secrecy is merely a test to see if i can pull off clandestine, espionage type character work for when they next offer me the part of nikita’s long, lost baby sister.
if ever a role i thought i blew {literally} it was for yoga instructor girl. coming off last week’s yoga class sentiments, i wasn’t exactly feeling my zen walking into the audition. but like they say, fake it till he falls asleep…or something like that.
i repeated this mantra as i crept up to l.a. in 17 mile an hour traffic, not exactly the perfect way to get into, “calm, serene, sweet, trusting” mode….as the audition ticket called for. rather i was amped, pissed, sweaty and ready to kick some fellow yogi ass.
the audition began with a quick interview of the history of my yoga practice. obviously they are not regular readers. bringing them up to snuff…and maybe a little beyond? i recapped my long and formidable background with yoga {omitting that the bulk of this time was spent at opposite sides of the ring: yoga triumphant, me tko’d with the referee calling the match and an ambulance}.
but no, i suddenly had the confidence of a tiara’d toddler, preparing the casting director for the magic he was about to witness.
i don’t just practice yoga, i am yoga.
downward dog? pfft. try downward great dane mofo!
i don’t just tree, i grow a house in my tree and have a fucking tea party!
and so i began:
big, giant breath in-through-the-nose.
pause…
louder-more giant-hock-a-loogie-breath-out-through-the-MOUTH(!!!!!!!)
now if you’re not in to yoga, that last sentence won’t mean a thing to you, but even if you’ve taken intro to yoga you know that even the greenest baby ever to step on a mat, breathes through the nose. my dog, priscilla, even knows how to ujjayi breathe.
but not jackass here. nope, there i was all the confidence in the county, exhaling like i was trying to bust a breathalyzer.
miraculously, they called me back. this time i left my ego in orange county and kept my mouth shut {a good way to live, no?}.
it must have worked. my agent called last night to tell me i am booked.
happy dance.
Congrats on the job! That's super awesome — and I'm looking forward to seeing you on TV!
Yay ! Congratulations!! I'm so excited for you! I'm going to bust out my best Great Dane in your honor.
hooray!!! can you tell us more when you know more? I want to be sure to see it!
Yay!! who knew there were any super-smart casting directors out there. You are going to sell the hell out of "whatever". I wish I knew the hindi phrase for break a leg.
Woot woot! I would like to take some credit for the booking. LOL! 😉 xo
Yay! I am so glad you got this!! Can't wait to see it!
xo Mary Jo
Yay! I'm so happy for the most yoga-est person in the universe. I would do a namaste and a chashamataga (sp?) but am more on a wine and cheese thing this week.
yay!
YAY!!! Love this KO!!! Oh and at CPY, we open mouth exhale in hot classes– !! xoxo
Yippeee. Your fancy will be very proud.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! congrats, my lovely lady love!!!!!!
xoxoxoxoxoxo!!!