My Audition for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire (Part 2)
Posted: July 20, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized, Whats left | Tags: Audition, Game show, humor, life, postaweek2011, television, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? 47 CommentsWhen we last left me, I was near the end of a long line waiting to go in to audition for the game show, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. To pass what I thought was going to be a long wait, I began finding reasons to eliminate other people who were in line with me. And then, the line started to move.
I was certain that this would be a long process, given how far back in line I was. I was wrong. Fortunately, guessing how long the audition process takes is not actually part of the audition, so I was still in the running.
The entire line moved into a building where we formed six or eight smaller lines. We all got Who Wants To Be A Millionaire pencils and t-shirts. Then we moved into a room with enough chairs and tables to seat all of us. As we were filing in, “Mr. I’m Going To Put My High Priced Education To Work” decided to make his move.
It Doesn’t Go Well For Mr. Education
Most of the people in line were already in the room and were seated at long tables as those of us at the end walked in. A woman involved in the production of the show was speaking to those already seated. Mr. High Priced Education did not see her banter as an obstacle. He decided he needed attention. He got to the middle of the room and seized it.
In front of five hundred people, the educated one thrust his arms in the air and yelled at the top of his lungs “wooooo, I’m the next winner!” His declaration was met with silence from the crowd. The woman running the event didn’t miss a beat. She went right on with her talk and ignored him. I don’t think it was the reaction he was going for.
How unfortunate.
Once all were seated, everyone was given a test in an envelope with instructions that the envelope wasn’t to be opened until the test started.
Testing 1,2,3
The test was multiple choice and was pretty strictly timed. There were thirty questions on the test, covering a broad spectrum of topics in ten minutes.
At the five-minute mark I was on question twelve. I realized that I needed to take a much less leisurely pace. I zipped through the remaining questions in enough time to review my work. There was one question I am certain I had no idea the answer of, even after further review. An audible groan went up from the crowd when time was called. I heard people saying they didn’t finish. Others were complaining about the questions.
Everyone waited. The woman who was addressing the crowd took to the microphone again while the tests were being scored. She fielded questions from the room until someone brought her the test numbers of those who passed.
Thanks For Coming, Please Exit by The Door To My Left
People got up and headed for the door after those who passed were announced. Neck tattoo, gone. Mr. High Priced Education, gone. Waited overnight people, gone. Capri Pants Guy, gone. Eighty to ninety percent of the room, gone.
Blue camouflage bandanna guy, not gone. Perhaps I misjudged him
Omawarisan, not gone.
Hopefully Charm Is Enough
The survivors of the test moved to the back of the room. We wrote our name, the date and where we were from on the back of our application forms and waited to be called up to meet with a member of the show’s staff. People were called by their test number and had about five minutes to chat with a show representative.
I felt good about this portion of the audition. I had things on my application that I thought would be good between question banter topics. When my turn finally came, I talked about those topics with enthusiasm. We talked about juggling. I described what it was like scuba diving to feed sharks. I chatted happily about my job and my particular specialty. I had five minutes. I sold me. I sold me hard.
In the end, I left after being told I’d be notified by mail if I made the contestant pool. Everyone I saw left the same way that I did. I feel good though. I think I’m going to make it.
If I don’t make it; if “we’ll notify you by mail” is an easy way to say “don’t call us, we’ll call you”, I can handle it. I’ll handle it well, unless I see blue camouflage bandana man on TV, winning the money that should be mine.
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OMG, I am so excited! Don’t count yourself out, buddy. Your personal interview sounds like it went well. Fortunately, you didn’t talk about the anti-singing guy campaign, The Jolie project, your Vacation superstitions, or your plans when you start your own country. Best to keep those little oddities to yourself until you land in the chair wearing whatever it is that brings you luck.
Ha ha..I should have gone the singing guy route.
“What do you do to keep things fun at work.”
Once, I crushed the soul of a man through his dry cleaning.
“Why did you do that?”
He sang.
“Yeah, thanks. Next.”
I have something I’ll wear for luck. Maybe I’ll bring The Jolie.
Good luck, Oma. You might be well on your way to being a millionaire.
I wonder if they’ll let you use The Jolie as a lifeline.
I should bring her and stand her up on the set.
Sooo…. were you given an estimated time of when one might hear the “You’ve got mail!” sound on their ‘puter?
Did you tell them about project Jolie? Hmm… come to think of it, I’m not sure that would be a good idea. However, if you do make it, you should definitely bring her along.
Keep us posted! G’luck Mr. Juggling Scuba Diver!
She’d look great peeking out of a shirt pocket.
I’d NEVER want to be on a tv show (I understand what a spazzy freak I am*) but I would LOVE to have millions 🙂 Break a leg, boy!
When I did a month of vlogging, here’s an example of why I don’t like the idea of a vast audience. http://youtu.be/Bda0REJg7xI
I’m hoping to break a leg. we’ll see!
Awesome!! Best of luck with it! Don’t forget all the little peeps when you’re all rich and famous, though!
I’m all about the peeps in the street. thats how i roll.
What an interesting process. I’m glad you decided to go for it. So how long did it all take from the time you got in the back of that line? What were the questions like? Multiple choice I assume? And did they tell you your score? And did The Angelina Jolie Pez Project get any photo sessions in? 🙂
I think the whole process was about an hour for me, but I was one of the first to meet with the show people. I can’t imagine it being more that 2 for the last person.
They wont tell you what your score is, nor what a passing score is. They were all multiple choice questions covering a number of topics.
Speaking of The Jolie, her next published adventure should be Hoboken, NJ. She is currently in Boise, Idaho and will be in Detroit following that. I’d love to have her come see you and Mrs. A, if you feel you can maintain your anonymity.
Woo hoo! I hope you get it!
On a side note, what a funny job to have: testing and interviewing people for a game show. She must see all kinds of characters.
I’m pulling for me too!
They were hitting about 6-8cities this summer on these one day recruiting gigs. I think youre right, they meet a pretty wide swath of the population
I am biting my nails in antici-pation.
Did you mention The Jolie?
I mentioned the blog but held back on the Jolie. I kind of wished I’d explained that
Will you still blog when you are a millionaire?
constantly. I will blog about going to work knowing I could tell them which side they can kiss my butt on
I know you are a (red) shoe-in. I think your inbetween-question banter about how you will spend your million should include detailed plans for your Weinermobile. That just HAS to impress! Can’t wait to watch you on the show!
Once, in the late 1980’s, living in the Seattle area, I auditioned successfully for the show “Win,Lose, or Draw”. As a somewhat trained artist, well, I had every confidence I would nail this thing. I did! But I was getting ready to move to California – they worked with me about the upcoming show dates and I called often, but we never did work it out. Then the show got cancelled 😦 Oh, Poo-poo for me.
Was that the show where the cards spun and you went higher or lower? Audition for this, I’ll meet you there!
I know your first name, what you look like and where you’re from. My stalking does NOT just apply to girls in red Passats.
I drive a red Passat.
Be sure to put me on your phone-a-friend list for all questions pertaining to the manufacture and sale of human hair potholders. I am a world-famous expert.
can i get one in green?
The force is strong in you, Oma.
I’ll give in.
Congratulations!
I’m crossing stuff.
They’ll notify you by mail? How quaint. If they don’t pick you, it’s their loss.
My offer to be your phone-a-friend friend still stands. I understand that’s not an official part of the show, but if you get to a point where you have no idea what the answer is, you can just take out your cell phone and call me anyway. You can tell me how the show is going, and I’ll make sympathetic noises, describe what I had for dinner, and regale you with stories about the last dozen or so cute things my cats did, and then maybe the show people will be distracted enough that they’ll just assume you got the question right.
I think that would be cool to do on a question that I knew, talk about everything else, then answer the question
I would bet $5.00 on the fact that you made it. Do keep us posted 🙂
Kb
I will.
I wonder if theyve got a $5 question
I’d go on that show, but I’m already a slumdog $5-aire. Oops. Make that $5.05. I found a nickel in the street yesterday.
I was once watching WWTBAM back in the old days when the format was the way God intended. (Before they randomized it all.) The $100 question was something about a children’s game. The answer was “Duck Duck Goose.” If I had been playing, I would have had to burn a lifeline on the very first question. I had never heard of the damn thing. Ever.
way to go! fingers crossed. and capri guy was booted for his pants, obvi.
obvi.
and deservi.
So, if you pass at an intellectual level, you must then pass on a “show business” level. I think an individual of your stature should go on Jeopardy! Seems to me they want only the brightest.
May the spotlight be with you!
I think I’d do well on jeopardy until they throw up a category like Broadway musicals.
If you make it onto the show, I sincerely hope you’re not one of those guys who chokes on the first question. It’s OK if you go out later. Even if you lose some of your winnings, no one will think badly of you if you miss a really tough question, like “Who was James K. Polk’s secretary of agriculture?” but you’ll never live it down if you go out on, “Jack and Jill went up the what?”
The answer was in the mail yesterday – thanks but no thanks! Oh well, maybe next time.
Bummer. Obviously, the beancounters looked at your score and decided it would be too risky, that you’d very likely wipe them out.
Awww, sorry. I know you’ll be okay, but I’m a little worried about The Jolie’s reaction.
Thank yas both. I think the muffled cry you heard was The Jolie in Boise, getting the news.
I’m sorry I missed all the excitement and even sorrier that you got the Dear O letter. Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted that the founder of Microsoft was Nathan Hale.
I left out the part where I kept roaring “wrong” like I was on the McLaughlin group
The Jolie is strong and loyal. When she’s finished up here, she’s heading over to meet with those producers of that show. I heard her saying something about “kicking some a&&.”
Thank you for the pic you sent of her. Hope she isn’t being too demanding!