I’m absolutely spent but loads of people have been positive to me about my “energy”. Apparently it was a hugely successful fundraiser and charity auction. Their best yet. Wow. Over £83000 profit.
So yeah. Phew. A lot of my energy over the last few days has gone to being ready for this. Sure, I’ve done a couple of charity auctions over the years. I’ve learnt a bit. About enough. Speed is of the essence. You need to know the lots. And a realistic idea of minimum is crucial. Once I was trying to flog a hideous bracelet with racing cars on it and they weren’t going to let it go for anything approaching fair price. Stuff like that means you die on your feet, especially if you haven’t been told in advance what they think its worth.
This one we had realistic prices, mostly. Some of the experiences were hard sells, as they needed you to book your own transport etc. Berlin was not popular, Venice was. A room full of haze and I had to do loads and loads of talking, and we had some really solid pledges made at the end, but I had to ask for water at one point as I was working very very hard behind that mic. Was MC /Compere as well, so introducing speakers and calling to dinner and all that, with a Shakespearean nod just because it’s the 400th Anniversary of the first folio and we are under The Globe.
Now I’m in an uber home and it smells of horrible air freshener. When I get home it doesn’t stop. Gonna set up the lights and tripod and film myself talking for an audition. Then packing for a week away and I’m off to Brighton and then Reading to see first Lou’s cat and second Lou herself, who will be in Reading eventually. As I write she’s in Liverpool washing sweaty dancer underwear that she could flog on eBay cos they’re off a talent show on the telly. She wants me to see her little cat. I want to see her too, and get out of the smoke after Halloween and this. I’m done. Cat = yay but I like the idea of seeing Lou much more. I could sleep for a week right now though.
Nice to be in an Uber. Sometimes it’s ok to treat yourself. I don’t want to do this self tape audition right now but I’m in the suit I want to wear so it just makes sense to do it before bed. Then I can slightly lie in. This cold holds me in bed longer than it is strictly normal. Tessy will have medicine in the morning. I just have to sleep in Brighton tomorrow.
I’m feeling pretty happy. This auction has taken up loads of my headspace. As the CEO said: “You’re an actor. The auction is a different skillset. Often you find people can’t do both.” I needed to allay such concerns and prove to myself I can do it at this level. He was happy so I was happy. Record breaker etc. And the thing I call acting totally blends with the auction requirements, as it’s an energy exchange. It’s a channeling exercise. If I can be alive enough you will remember to be alive too. Money is energy. Hooray! All done. Uber almost home. Time to do some more work. Then sleep at last and a less busy brain for a while.
AlBarclay 