FREDRIK SCHEIKE

So there she was, posing, smiling, pouting her lips and acting all cool. Pulling up the victory sign and pouting her goddamn duck lips, laughing as there was nothing wrong with the world whatsoever. Her friend is laughing too, taking a lot of photos, making sure that every pose and every twitch of that smile is well documented. No selfie can be complete if not for another 40 takes. You have to get the right one in order to be perfect. And I'm on the other side, watching this whole spectacle, feeling my stomach churn and turn, with huge amounts to just go berserk at everything that is going wrong with this world. I'm on the other side, not wanting to observe, but I do. I cannot divert my eyes from this continued perversion of human ideals, and as another flash pops, finally my train comes to the rescue. The girl, the lost little teenager who's trying to get just another like for her Instagram/Facebook/Twitter page is oblivious to the fact that the poster shes' p

You win some, you lose some. You learn to handle the losses and you learn to really accept that you sometimes actually deserve to win. One is easier than the other, guess which? I just had an audition for a British/Spanish miniseries and I am grateful for having done it, for having been called in and for having truly worked as hard as I have to accomplish doing it. Even though I'm fairly certain that the audition and the part is off to someone else, I did my best to keep my nerves in check and put my head down. But my selfconsciousness probably shone through the empty facade that was my terrified face. So why be grateful? Well first of all, it's about the fourth actual major fictional audtion that I've done here in Spain which in itself is pretty amazing, but it's also one of the auditions that I've prepped the most. Let's face it, I know myself and my craft fairly well, and I have this tendency to get lazy while preparing, I know I do, so to actual