Well...so Wheel of Fortune Happened...
Like, no seriously. It did.
I kid you not. I totally scored the audition.
I've been somewhat obsessed with Wheel of Fortune for a while, about 22 years to be exact. I was the elementary king pin of HANGMAN, and the high connoisseur of all things puzzle related. Jeopardy! and Wheel of Fortune were my totems, my spirit games, and Pat Sajak, my spirit animal. I never really watched it all that much, as it was so fake...and so....blah....and then something happened. Maybe I got old? Bored? Tired? Desperate for a quick buck? Who knows.
The Wheel-mobile showed up about twenty minutes outside of where I live. My daughter's karate studio posted about it on Facebook, and as a joke: I went. I went to watch the circus that auditions would inevitably become, and to silently judge and mock those truly crazy enough to cast their name in the big metal tub of shame and fifteen seconds of fame. But to be fair, I also threw my hat in with the crowd, scribbled on my application some knitting and crochet jokes (Vanna White does crochet after all, and has her own yarn line). Then I stood back, sipped at my coffee, and watched as old and middle aged alike whooped and hollered and danced towards the temporary stage that had been erected just for this showcase frenzy.
"AND HAILING FROM HOMETOWN, SOUTH CAROLINA, ELIZABETH MURRAY!"
Wait, what? No. That wasn't supposed to happen. I was there to
watch in silent judgment, not actually *play*. But what the hell, right? You could win some freebies, get a quick shot of fame (about 300 people came to the Wheel-Mobile event just for the 1:00 show. Only about 50 were chosen to get on stage via random name pulling) So I throw my purse up in the air, dance, jump up and click my heels together, and be an all around nuisance. The Producers LOVE a good reaction, and as a theatre kid, I was performing. It was my duty to give these people a show, right? They had me stand next to a Pat Sajak cut out (let's only hope that the man is taller than the cardboard gave him credit for....they save corrugated cardboard takes off six inches, anyway) While most of my fellow contestants threw an awkward arm around the cutout, trying to look 'natural', I opted for the full frontal cardboard grope with Jokeresque grin. They probably thought I was crazy. Spoiler alert: I probably was.
While we were waiting, the producers came up to us, asking our names, putting a face to the applications.
"And you're Elizabeth Murray, I presume?"
"Oh darling, I'm whatever you wanna call me."
We get on stage, I shamelessly plug Vanna's yarn line and compare my current knitting project to the host (easy on the eyes, totally touchable, and probably easier than it looks) and had the crowd laughing. The audition itself was a Toss Up Round, where you guess one letter and then try and solve the puzzle. I called out 'R' (Ever notice that at the end of every bonus round, the letters given are R S T N L and E? It's not a coincidence, they're the letters most used in every WoF puzzle) I didn't solve the puzzle, but I jumped up and down like a kid at the Chuck E Cheese ticket wind machine as if I had. They promised to email us if we made call backs, but honestly: I was happy with the free T-shirt I scored for making it up on stage.
Then last week, I get the e-mail, asking me to come back for call backs in Downtown. Who knew that trolling real life could be so lucrative?!