Life 2.0: The Carouself
A couple of blogs ago (yes, my time is now measured by blogs), I described my frustration due to peripheral projects getting in the way of my actual acting. So I took the matter in my own hands by auditioning – and as the results are kicking in, I’m reaching the other end of the scale. This week I starred in five film projects in seven days.
Though that might even be a little too much, I’m ever startled by the variety of life in acting school. This week I started as a guy waking up hungover in Vegas with a stranger woman in my arms, realizing (when seeing the rings on our fingers) that I married her last night. Those who know me would see that this is quite a stretch for me – no less than the drug addict rescuing his dying girlfriend whom I played some days later.
As none of these were even part of my schedule, school had me do a couple of other interesting characters in between; the hopeless cheater who called off his wedding to run off with his mistress, only to discover that his fiancé did the same – and still, of course, the Italian New Yorker breaking up with his loving girlfriend in favor of his spiteful, former wife who shot his dog.
Still, the most exciting call back after the audition last week, was for the role Paco in a rewrite of the stage play «Two in a Dirty Night»; one of two miserable, poor roommates trying to make it in Hollywood. I think the only difference between me and that character was that I don’t really play the harmonica.
The second audition went great, the director was all on fire – but well into the planning of rehearsals, I had to mention the little detail that I am no longer in LA when the play premiers in October. After a long beat, the poor director looked at me and said; «Well…that basically ends our audition», and quickly showed me to the door. #thatfeeling, when every cell in your body wants to say yes, but your duties call no.
Due to yet another call back, I spent my Saturday night in a dark backyard protecting my diseased girlfriend from being kidnapped by aliens (shooting a sci-fi short film, that is) while my friends were out clubbing. Still working on the set the next morning, I had to go straight to the live broadcasting of «Rising Star» as planned with my buddies.
So, on a Sunday afternoon I found myself in a big ABC studio watching a spin–off of Idol or the Voice, amongst a bunch of half-famous people. Though we were not one of those, my buddies and I sat right behind the actual celeb judges of the show; Kesha, Ludacris And Josh Groban.
As Idol might just be my favorite TV-show (mostly due to the bloopers), I have to say I really enjoyed the experience. What was more interesting though, was how it offered a real insight to the hysterical Hollywood Circus. These celebrities had so many people working for them that I couldn’t even see them the second they cut to commercial break (about every five minutes).
Once the cameras were shut off, they were surrounded by make up artists desperately re-perfecting their looks, assistants taking their selfies, updating their Twitter, Instagram and Facebook pages, straightening their hair and literally holding drinks to their mouths with straws. I just kept staring, mouth wide open, giggling every once in a while. I kept thinking: if (and that’s a big if) I ever got famous – it would kill me to live like that. And I could never live with someone who did.
Reflecting on my week and the situation I found myself in, I realized that I really am living the LA life. I am in the middle of the Hollywood circus – but at this point, I still consider myself an observer. However, seeing my past week, my life is certainly also something of a circus. A carousel of different alter egos throwing me into new, unexpected experiences at every turn. But that’s exactly what I love about acting – I can get to be anybody I want, or don’t want to be. I just hope that it is possible to live in this Hollywood world, even as a successful actor, without becoming of this Hollywood world.
Life 2.0 is one of Khrono’s blogs, and will be presented with new blogposts every week. Petter Egge is a former student from HiOA and journalist at Khrono.no. He has decided to do something quite different. This is his stories.
August 22th 2014:
Chronicle #28: The Bread and Butter
This week started with the shooting of my final scene – in other words, probably the most important day of this whole school year.
August 15th 2014:
Chronicle #27: The Voice
Hard lessons in Hollywood: Believe it or not – one of the things I devote most time to these days, is learning how to stick my tongue out, fully relaxed, so I can shake it from side to side hanging out of my mouth. Who wouldn’t want to learn that?
August 5th 2014:
Chronicle #26: The roommate
Though quite a lot happened this week, including a couple of film shoots and a lot of script reading, I feel that the time has come to devote an entire post to my roommate.
July 30th 2014:
Chronicle #25: The Home Run
This week Petter Egge found himself crying in front of a class full of professional actors.
July 23th 2014:
Chronicle #24: The Hidden Hollywood Hardships
There is no secret that there are many obstacles for a young, naïve man who goes to Hollywood to search for gold as an amateur actor.
July 17th 2014:
Chronicle #23: For Crying Out Load
Before acting school, I couldn’t even remember the last time I cried.
July 9th 2014:
Chronicle #22: The Week of Independence
While I was already on that wave from last Sunday, I started this week with some hours in the gymnastics gym.
July 2th 2014:
Chronicle #21: The Upswing
This week started with a Q and A session with casting director Chris Devane, which might be described as a rather tough start.
June 17th 2014:
Chronicle #20: The Circle of Life
Ok, this is a hard one, folks. So please bear with me. This week, I circled halfway around the earth to catch the circle of life at its closure.
June 10th 2014:
Chronicle #19: Back to business
Life 2.0 - the chronicles of an emerging actor facing Hollywood: After a really nice visitor, the company has left and Petter Egge is feeling a different kind of alone.
June 3th 2014:
Chronicle #18: The Life of the Party
After one week off from school Khronos blogger Petter Egge is heading for semester two at the New York Film Academy in Hollywood.
May 20th 2014:
Chronicle #17: The Life of the Party
This week, I got a whole new understanding of the fact that I now live and breathe the LA-life.
May 15th 2014:
Chronicle #16: The Leap From Sanity
After San Francisco, the way back to reality was just a little too short. From a weekend in heaven, I hit the ground in a pile of papers to write, finals coming up, and most of all – our final showcase at the Victory Theatre.
May 8th 2014:
Chronicle #15: The Escape
This week I thought I was up for an easy ride. Not many film projects in sight, and a long–awaited trip to my favorite city San Francisco – where I left my soul when leaving UC Berkeley two years ago.
April 29th 2014:
Chronicle #14: The Aftermath
No journalists called me this week, and my phone has slowly managed to find peace; now it is only buzzing about twice as much as before Ellen (yes, there will forever be a «before» and «after Ellen» now). The number of followers on Instagram has eventually stabilized, and though my twitter profile is more busy with visitors and followers than ever before, the threat of an explosion seems to cease.
April 23th 2014:
Chronicle #13: The Tribute
Out of his good heart Petter helped a person on the street, and suddenly life turned around for a couple of days. When this week started, I was at the bottom of a deep valley, weighed down under a number of concerns. The ones about my economy had already bothered me for months, as frequent readers would already know, but now my worries included another area of much bigger importance.
April 16th 2014:
Chronicle #12: When words do not suffice
There are times, even for a writer
when written words become empty signs
Times when a writer don’t want to write
cause there’s too much between the lines
April 9th 2014:
Chronicle #11: «The School of Life»
Life is a funny little thing. It is for sure a trembling rollercoaster, but also a splash of water in your face and missing ground under your feet. It has its ways – mysterious, inscrutable – of surprising me, not just when I thought I had it all together, but even more often when I’m already out of balance.
April 2th 2014:
Chronicle #10: «The Decennium»
From waking up scared of an earthquake, to not take notice at all. So: I’m happy to announce that I might already be a real Californian.
Mars 25th 2014:
Chronicle #9: «The Wake Up Call»
They say you’re not a real Californian until you no longer notice the earthquakes. This week started with something of a wake up call. As mentioned in previous posts, sleep is quite limited for me over here due to lack of time. That one night when I finally managed to enter deeply into those psychedelic lands of dreams at the right time, with no alarm set for the next morning – THE EARTH decided to shake me out of bed at 6:25 AM with a 4.4 magnitude earthquake.
Mars 18th 2014:
Chronicle #8: «So You Think You Can Act»
Do you know how to walk? No, you don’t. Can you sit, crawl, or lie down? No, you can’t. You can’t even lift your arm up in front of you. I know you can’t believe it – neither could I. But every day here, I am proven wrong.
Mars 11th 2014:
Chronicle #7: «The walk of Shame»
Ever had the feeling that your duties seem to pass by like a super fast train and you just can’t catch up with it for the life of you?
Mars 4th 2014:
Chronicle #6: «Teaser»
I was a journalist, a gymnast and a musician. I had everything I needed – except what I wanted. Thats why I decided to quit my job, say goodbye to my friends and family, and leave for acting school in Hollywood. The Video presented in this blog is a small taste of what life has been like the first few weeks.
Feb. 25th 2014:
Chronicle #5: «In a cold sweat»
For a guy who has lived all his life by the rules and routines of a gymnastics regime, there is no doubt that life here is a tad more divergent. Having nothing to do at one moment is just as shockingly unfamiliar as it is to run from a film shoot to my roommates’ baptism in the next. At any point earlier in my life, the degree of variation stretched from sleeping, through eating and practice, to toilet visits, school and back to sleep. The circle of life has definitely taken a new shape.
Feb. 18th 2014:
Chronicle #4: «The Proposal and the Valentine’s»
Real life, as we will know it the next eight months (though dreamy it may still seem to me), is about to blossom. As the hassle of settling down slowly dies out, challenges of school is coming to life, growing over the heads of its students.
Feb. 11th 2014:
Chronicle #3: «Life’s a like a box of chocolate»
As we still can’t seem to get friendly with our apartment (at least our rent), it took my roommate and me no more than three days to decide to move out again. Already stretching our comfort zone with one bedroom, we are now downgrading to NO bedroom.
Feb. 8th 2014:
Chronicle #2: Move-in Day and monologues
When gas, water, power and insurance companies got back in to business on Monday morning, Murphy’s law did the same; what could go wrong – well, you know. For the landlord to let us move in, they needed confirmation letters faxed from all of the above – which should be no problem, since we asked them all to do so when opening our new accounts. After half a day of waiting by an empty fax machine, we dared to call them back with a friendly reminder – only to discover that they’d forgotten all about us. When they eventually faxed it, only one name was on the paper – and we’d really prefer that both of us could move in.
Feb. 5th 2014:
Chronicle #1: «I need a dollar, dollar is what I need»
Ok, just to make it clear right away: I am NOT a blogger. Since the dawn of the blogosphere, my prejudices have kept me far away from its kind. But as we all know, the first unwritten rule of a struggling actor in Hollywood is that «Everyone must accept some kind of prostitution in order to survive up until the big breakthrough.» So, I could have fulfilled the stereotype of waiting tables between my auditions, or I could do a «Sylvester Stallone» – but instead I am now spreading trivialities about my still-to-be famous self. Oh, the irony.