So my family and I have taken “The Price is Right” and turned it into a tradition – a right of passage, if you will. So when the opportunity to locally audition for TPIR arose, it would be foolish to ignore it and walk away, right? Right.
I watch TPIR just about every day. It’s okay, you can mock me all you wish and say that I’m an “old lady,” but I can’t help it. The tradition of TPIR in our family is so integrated that I am in fact a third generation fan, with the show’s obsession starting with my grandfather. So when my mother begrudgingly sent my father and me an email advertising local Price is Right auditions, I had no choice but to hop in the car and stand in line for my chance to spin the wheel.
At first, I thought I was the youngest there; but then I realized there were some people that were not even 21 yet – meaning that they had to do their bit outside for us all to witness, seeing how the auditions were inside of a casino. So, not only did I get to hear what they were all saying, I got to be one of those “old people” mocking those “young kids” for their inability to understand what the show was about. Yet, after mocking some of the younger folk, my own TPIR fandom was put to shame by people who remembered games and winners that were decades before my time.
For those of you who think that you just go be in the studio audience for the show and somehow you MIGHT get the chance of being picked – you’re wrong. Even if you get tickets to a live taping, you still have to audition with the producers to see whether or not you’re television material. The whole purpose of the national auditions is so the entire audience isn’t just from California. But trust me, it’s no easy task getting picked for the show. Some of the people I talked to had auditioned to be on the show up to 10 times. Yikes!
You’re only given a short amount of time to do your bit as to why you should be picked to fly out to California to have a chance to be next to Drew Carey, so the line went by quickly. I only had to wait about 45 minutes before being placed in front of a camera with a microphone in hand.
The two most comical things about this entire adventure were the people I met in line and what they felt was their ticket to get on the show. Some people had family relics that they felt the country needed to know of – for example I met a woman whose grandfather invented the egg carton – and others had various jokes or outfits they felt would garnish the attention that they needed to be “unique.” For costumes, some had TPIR shirts – to the woman who wore the “Plinko” shirt, I’m just gonna go ahead and call you out for being a rookie right now – while others had bucket list costumes and brightly colored suits.
Only two people out of the hundreds that showed up will get the slot to be flown out to be on the show. Here’s to hoping I get the call to come on down!