In case you didn’t know, all the theater schools from around the country just finished showcasing their new graduates. These performances were held in both New York and L.A. and they were widely attended by the industry. Ivy League schools like Columbia and Yale attracted standing room–only crowds. And when the showcases were done, a lot of shiny, new actors found themselves facing an uncertain future with representation, management, and valuable new casting fans.
But this article isn’t about the deluge of thespians that are about to enter the crowded marketplace. No, it’s about what happened when I attended the Juilliard showcase.
The performance itself was outstanding. That place cranks out some of the best actors in the business. And when the fireworks were over, we all poured into the parking lot, comparing notes on our favorite scenes. And then we saw it. All our cars had been tagged! Not with graffiti, but with headshots and résumés that had been slipped under our windshield wipers. An enterprising actor who had nothing to do with Juilliard had discovered the location of the showcase, assumed there would be a ton of industry types there, and dive-bombed every car in the lot with her
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