The modeling agency I signed up with here in Nice has an office in Marseille. The agent there texted me (seems to be the way they communicate for work here) and asked me to come to an audition for a car commercial to be shot there next week. The casting director hadn't asked for me but she, the agent, liked my portfolio and thought I would be good for it. I said, "You betcha!" Figured if anything it would give me an opportunity to see what the process here is like.
There wasn't any room in the cars of the other models going, so I had to take the train. (Wondering if everyone is afraid of being stuck with the American for 2 and a half hours.) When I got to the counter to buy my ticket, my credit card wouldn't work. What?? And of course I didn't have enough cash with me to buy the ticket. After spending a half hour on the phone with James who's other ear was on another phone to the bank, we still couldn't get it to work. And for reasons no one can figure out! Frrrrustratinnngg!