About a year ago while watching a random show on Nick Jr., my then 2 year-old princess looked at her daddy and me and said, “I want to be in the TV.” In an effort to fully understand her statement, my husband asked her what she meant. “I want to be in the TV, like that girl,” she said pointing. “Oh, you want to be an actor,” he said and she emphatically replied, “yes.”
So for the next week or so, we explain to her that acting is hard work. We tell her, it’s not all fun and games; that you have to be serious and practice. “What do I have to know?” she asks. “You have to practice different emotions, like happy faces or sad faces,” we say. “Well, watch this,” she says as she begins to rehearse her different looks.
After her performance and a week of her persistence, we spend some time researching agents and the industry. For the most part the age requirement is 5 and so it becomes a dream deferred and life moves on. That is, until last month when I received an email about an open call in my husband’s hometown. The movie is a story about “Box Brown” a slave who mailed himself to freedom. We put the date and time on the calendar and inform our rising superstar of her first open call. “I’m excited,” she says and all of a sudden we are excited for her.
Novices that we are, we think nothing else about it until the day before. Come to find out, there’s a process to this thing. We were supposed to send headshots, a resume and wait for an appointment time. Ooops, who knew, a resume for a 3-year-old, really? We put together a packet and email our apologies and ask for leniency. Ask and you shall receive, and we were given our appointment time for the next morning.
That night, we stay at my husband’s parents home, in an effort to be on time, and despite our absolute best effort, we are 10 minutes late. This is not how I wanted her first job interview to go. When we arrive and check in the nice registration lady informs us that the Director has called her name a few times prior to our arrival. YIKES…that can’t be good. Before we can settle into a seat and daddy and brother make it in from parking the car, a door opens and we are escorted inside. There’s an echo in the room and there’s a three-person panel and lots of lights and cameras.
“Hello, what’s your name,” he asks looking at my princess. “Morgan,” she replies. “Do you prefer Morgan or Morgan Elizabeth?” “Well, um, you can call me Morgan Elizabeth Taylor,” she replies. “What do you like to do?” he asks. “I like to draw pictures and play.” For the next five minutes, she sings songs, and answers questions in true Morgan fashion. On our way out, the Director explains the process and seems excited to have met her.
While she was dazzling the panelist on the inside, Baby G was wowing the waiting room and we were asked to have him go before the panel as well. And sure enough, the Director mentions a part he didn’t include for a toddler boy in an opening scene. So while my husband and I have absolutely no expectations, this was quite an experience and an opportunity for us to show our willingness to support our princess.
As for Morgan Elizabeth, she left her first casting call, happy, confident and with a sparkle in her eye. She didn’t ask about a specific role, or compensation. Her only question was “so, when am I going to be in the t.v.?” So whether she gets a part or not, she is learning to be a person of action. I am proud that she took a step towards her goal, a lesson many adults have yet to learn. From a Chocolate mother and father perspective, it doesn’t get much better than that….mission accomplished!