Wiigging Out

For those of you who read my last post, you’ll know what I mean when I say:  The spade has landed. However not in front of Spielberg, in front of Judd Apatow.  We got a notice from Emma’s agency saying that she had an audition for a new movie that Apatow was producing that stars Kristen Wiig. And let me tell you, this stagemomma wiigged out.

My father who was visiting said he’s fairly certain he saw stars in my eyes.

The prospect of Emma having a part in Apatow’s next movie was more than I could handle. I heard him speak a year or so back, and he was smart, gracious and just flat-out funny.  I was already a fan of his work such as, “Superbad” and “Knocked Up,” and to get insight into the brains behind those amazing projects was, well, Supercool.

The role is of Wiig’s character as a young girl.  They sent the “sides,” which, by the way is a new term for me, even though I spent 10 years in entertainment PR. Sides apparently are pages taken out of the script to help the actor prepare for the audition. They were stamped “Confidential.” The scene was racy to the point that Emma approached us and said, “Isn’t this a little inappropriate for me?”  Hell, we didn’t much care.  So we told her essentially it was just pretend, and saying the word “sex” wasn’t really all that big a deal. So sue me.

I should pause to say that I might have gotten a little too carried away.  Here’s why.

We arrived at the audition on time.  It was at Gower Studios in Hollywood. A rather dicey area where I felt a wee bit uncomfortable parking my car on the designated side street. We walked into the lobby and there were about five gorgeous African-American children waiting to be called up for their audition. Hmmm. That was strange for, umm, obvious reasons.

I confidently announced to the guard we had arrived for the audition. And he couldn’t find her name in the computer. Also strange. And it caused me to glance down at the audition information sheet only to notice that we were a day early. UGH!!! Silly momma. Frazzled momma.

I refrained from yelling an expletive.

The guard was nice enough to call the casting folks and ask if they had time to see us anyway. I said: “Won’t they be pissed?” He said, “Oh no.  They’re nice people.”  And they were REALLY SUPER cool. They told us to come up.

After I apologized profusely, Emma went in and read while I waited outside the room. When she emerged, the casting director sent her off with a “Great job!” and we were on our way.  Emma said she flubbed her lines “a tiny bit.”  Frankly, I think it may come down to how she looks at this point and not if she read her lines well. I assured her everything was OK and we headed off  to a nearby Denny’s to decompress.

A couple of days have gone by and we haven’t heard anything. Crickets. Sagebrush.

Oh Judd. Please send some McLovin our way.