Wiigging Out: Part Deux

Yeah, uh, so Emma read for Judd yesterday.  Freakin’ Judd Apatow!   Remember the role to which I’m referring? The one with racy dialogue? For Apatow’s next film? Starring Kristen Wiig? (For more info., please see my April 2 post: “Wiigging Out”)

So I kinda feel that I can now refer to him on a first name basis since my nine-year-old daughter said the word “sex” in his presence.

They called Emma back for the role of Wiig’s younger self  in his still-untitled upcoming film (the trades are calling it Bridesmaids). Yes, THE ONE I practically herniated over the first time around and then managed to show up on the wrong day for.

We had assumed that this was soooo not happening.  I mean the first audition was more than a month ago, and God knows, I didn’t think we made the best first impression. And by “we,” I mean “I.” I’m the one who messed up  the dates and arrived at the audition door all FERMISHT. Emma was fine.

I had come home from work, kind of feeling beaten down by this whole audition process, and saw the email from Emma’s agent. I almost tripped over the dog food bin racing to the phone to call my husband.

I then proceeded to Google every single picture of Kristen Wiig I could find to study Emma’s similarities to her. From certain angles, I could totally see it.

We headed back to Gower Studios.  This time, thankfully, the guard found her name.  We went back up to the same audition room and sat next to about four other girls waiting to read.  They all looked like they could be Wiig at that age–from one angle or another. Sigh.

(And let me just say how weird that situation is.  It’s almost like you’re confronted with a gaggle of your husband’s other wives forced to make idle chit-chat. And I’m sure in Utah that’s all fine and good, but in LA it’s just awkward.  I mean let’s face it: They all think that they’re the ONE.  And while the others are nice enough and everything, ultimately they’re just filler. God willing.)

At this age, they’re all still so supportive of one another.  After each girl emerges from the audition room, they smile very sweetly and wish the next candidate good luck. Until of course they get to the elevator.

Emma said that Judd said, “That was great!” She felt really good about the audition. We shall see. Hey, I’m staying calm. I mean I’m still Wiigging out and all, but for her to even get this far for such a crazy cool gig, is just fine with me.