Auctioneer

If you feel confident in front of a crowd and enjoy interacting with an audience this could be a good gig for you. As with anything creative it is often difficult to get in.

in 2004 I met a chap who worked as a spotter at the Narellan Auctions (now closed). I was working in radio and also doing a couple of emcee gigs at the time. He suggested I might like to be an auctioneer as a vacancy was coming up. I called into the auctions and met a lady called ‘Pat’ – she was tough. But I liked her attitude and humour.

I started the following Saturday at eight am. The auctions went for most of the day. One day a week. This is where I learned the craft. I was thrown right into the lion’s den.

Thrown to the Birds

I was given a clipboard with ID’s and the cost of the item with an expected sale price. My objective was get as much possible for the client. Out of that the auction house would get a percentage. I stood in front of the bidders – seasoned bird buyers and a novice auctioneer. I couldn’t even pronounce the names of the birds let alone speak of the key selling points. But the bidders were sharp and helped me along. As I sold I moved to the next section and then finally right down the pecking order to chooks (fowls).

Psyche of the Bidder

Another day whilst auctioning the chooks the tension was too much for an average audience. I’d auctioned off the family favourites Silkie Bantam’s – I think they went for about $20 each or around that. But one Silkie Bantam captured the heart of a boy and his dad was bidding for him. It also captured the eye of a fierce bidder. She was determined to have that bird. One side was bidding on love and the other on determination and competition. When the bidding got to $250 she screamed out – ‘have the fucking thing’ and stormed off much to the applause of the crowd we had attracted. I learned, that in the heat of bidding, the value can skyrocket – often to ridiculous amounts.

One Man’s Junk is another Man’s Treasure

If you are interested attend auctions and watch the action. Ask bidders why they were so keen to get something. Watch different auctioneers and their techniques. See how some auctioneers move too quickly and let an item go for less or others that drag it out just to get an extra dollar. The entertaining auctioneers are great fun to watch; especially their description of goods. People will bid on anything if you get them excited enough.

I once had electric toothbrushes to auction and my spotter called out ‘wonderful to take away on holidays’. I played on his key selling point for a few minutes much to the delight of the bidders. The spotter stopped making suggestions.

I went to the spotter’s house one day. He had two small sheds out the back full of ‘treasures’ he had bought at the auction. His wife forbade him to buy anything further. I learned, that in the heat of the moment, we can have great ideas that never eventuate.

I was confronted with a stack of metal plates with many different sized circular holes drilled in each one. I had no idea what they had been made for or what they could be used for. I worried how I could sell them. One man saw something I didn’t. He was a farmer and bought the lot. Afterwards he told me they would be perfect for his vines.

If an item didn’t sell on one Saturday, it would remain until the next week and so on and so on. In the electrical aisle there was a portable CD player – it had been there for so long the once pristine packaging was deteriorating. I started the bidding at the recommended price of $40 and one disheveled looking man snatched it up immediately. I was horrified. I walked over to him and the crowd moved in to hear what I was going to say. In a low voice I told him “Don’t waste your money Mate, it’s a piece of shit that’s been here for months. You can get the same item, brand new at XYZ, for $40 and with a one year warranty.” He didn’t buy it but there was lots of smiles from the crowd.

Charity Auctions

Once you establish yourself as an emcee you could be asked to conduct an auction at the same event. You wear two hats. This can be dangerous for the organiser, especially if the auctioneer has a limited knowledge of how to work a crowd. Don’t accept to do an auction unless you understand this – remember each job (whether paid or not) is really your audition for the next job.

At charity auctions, expensive donated items can go for a song. Much to the disgust of the business who donated the item. I have even been to auctions where the person or business that donated has not been given a mention. As a rule I plug the donor’s name, unless asked not to. If there is high priced item I will mention it throughout the night leading up to the auction – this helps build anticipation in the audience and also lots of goodwill with the donor.

How to Auction

Don’t start too low as you end up spending your time and energy trying to get back up. Start at the suggested price by the organiser or even higher. Then make it look like you are doing the impossible by lowering the starting bid. You also entertaining the crowd. They love a good auction. Make them laugh. Build anticipation. As you auction point with your hand (not finger) towards the last bidder and remember the bid. Don’t move that hand because in a huge room of people it is difficult to remember where the last bidder was. I have failed here a few times in forgetting who did the last bid and what the amount was. Ask for a spotter to help throughout the auction. If the spotter is drink it is a nightmare.

The highest bid I ever received was 10k for jewellery and my lowest $1 for a chook. My funniest auction was at a charity auction where I auctioned off a one way single ticket for a rail trip from Campbelltown to Lithgow – the ticket cost $10 and I auctioned it off for $290. It was a charity event in aid of mental health with the theme of Mad Hatters – so it worked in well. I’m not sure if the winner used his ticket.

Auctions can be a lot of fun especially if you are the auctioneer. Give it a go.

Read the Small Print

Not many of us would think that the type size and type face is really that important. But I have died a thousand deaths because of this.

I have emceed a few events where the organiser or communications manager promises to email the run sheet days before the event. I want the run sheet before an event so I can check what’s required of me. What officials are attending. Timing of requirements and if they have used any clunky words in their scripts. And if they have cut and pasted something that has turned into a disaster. This gives me time to get back to them if any changes are needed.

Red Flags and Broken Promises

Red flags appear a day before the event if it hasn’t appeared. I call again, they promised the run sheet is perfect and I have no need to worry. Everyone has checked it. Then it is handed to you. But a run sheet the type face is not easy to read. The font size is super small. And there is no spacing between lines and paragraphs.

The nightmare of a night has begun. As there is no spacing you cannot ad notes and in every event their are last minute changes. Because the point size is so small it is difficult to read and your energy is being used to try and read the mini type. On top of that emcees put their fingers on a space and talk to the audience. The eyes return to your finger placement but your finger is on three lines. Then if the lecture light is poor you moved in close to read.

Making it Easier for Everyone

As I developed my presenting skills I had had no fear telling organisers that I needed a run sheet typed to these requirements:

One sided, Double spacing. Point size 14. And presented in a serif font e.g. Georgia. Also ask for the pages to be numbered. For me, Georgia is easy to read.

You will realize how important this is when you present a major event where timing is important. A serif font with its little At the end of the day I am the one on stage. I want to look and present at my best. Always remember each gig is an audition for your next gig.

Blinding Spotlight

For years I had emceed this particular event for free. They had little budgets and I was happy to help out. The last time I emceed the event the lighting technician manning the spotlight caused me grief. All went well in rehearsal. In one part, a crucial part, I announced the debutants as they came to the stage with their partners. Most of the evening had gone well until one part where all house lights went down and only a spot light remained. The spotlight was on me.

I tried to face the audience and read the names on the script at the same time. The spotlight was like a flame thrower.

It was so bright I could not see too well. As it was held in an ex serviceman’s club, I can only assume that the spotlight may have once been used to spot energy aircraft miles away. And now, it’s living out the rest of its life in the Ingleburn RSL function room.

No Recovery

Even with my rapid blinking and squinting my eyes could not recover and my poor eyes felt if they were about to burst. There were halo effects and splotches as I tried to read the page. Odd images covered the page as I read words incorrectly. The audience watched. I asked the spotlight man to turn his spotlight down. He was confused. It was a spotlight to illuminate the emcee–and that’s what he was doing. I managed to finish with quite a few mistakes and the evening wore on. I asked a second time. No change. I battled on and made a few mistakes as the writing was very hard to see. My eyes were creating their colours.

The Organiser from Hell

At the end of the night I invited the organiser to the stage (this was written on the run sheet). She took the microphone from me and thanked everyone for their efforts. Except me. Off stage and as I was about to leave she abused me for introducing an elder incorrectly. I explained I was blinded by the spotlight and could not read the names correctly. She walked away.

The next year they asked me to emcee again. I declined. They kept calling…

There are moments in emceeing where the organiser doesn’t understand the difficulties. The saddest part is when you are taken for granted. Of the many hundreds of events I have emceed I have never had trouble with a spotlight except for this one time.

A Flustered Stage Manager

You’re on stage facing the audience you thank the previous act for their wonderful performance and then lead into introducing the next act – a dance troupe. You build them up, as per your script and just as you raise your voice to say them name comes a whisper. Actually not a whisper, more a cry of desperation from the stage manage.

“Pssst. Pssst. Psst.”

A thousand people are watching me as I stop mid sentence.

“Excuse me ladies and gentle I think I am being summoned from beyond.

Off stage, the stage manager gave a cry for help. “Please give us ten minutes!”.

I was not in any position to say no. So ad lib it was.

“Ladies and gentlemen…a slight delay…we’re not talking a one minute delay or two but ten. It appears our dancers, from lands afar, are putting the final rehearsal on a new dance to show us. Yes, we’ll give them ten minutes. So instead of you just waiting spellbound let’s find out who has been to ‘xyz’ country – the place where our next dancers originate.”

Proud hands reached for the sky as I called a few to the stage and interviewed them about what they liked about that country and then asking what we should visit when we go there. They knew there topic so it was an easy ten minutes.

I have never forgotten that poor stage manager first with her look of desperation and last with a grin of relief.

Psst…Psst.

“We’re ready…”

As an emcee prepare for the best but expect the worst.

No Shirt Madness

As I stood on the stage in front of a few thousand people at a Thai cultural event in Parramatta, my mind was not right. I was wearing a t-shirt. Not a good look for an emcee.

I was told someone would deliver a traditional Thai shirt on the day. That event is my worst case of feeling I had let the audience down. A few weeks prior I met with the official Thai team in Sydney and everything was finalised on this huge event to showcase the Land of Smiles. The day would come with dancers, performers and cooking demonstrations, speeches and fun. The organisers went out of their way to make sure it would be a memorable event. At the next rundown meeting a few days before they suggested the officer suggested I might look smart if I wore a traditional Thai shirt comprising of a long sleeved white shirt and no collar. A member of the team mentioned she had such a shirt and would bring it along for me. All was set for a great day.

A No Show

I arrived one hour before wearing a white t-shirt expecting the shirt would be there for me. It was not. The lady was late. I waited. My home was an hour away and no time to rush home for an emergency shirt. I waited. She arrived with no shirt sharing that she had delegated that responsibility to another. The another didn’t turn up. I was frantic and needed a solution. My immediate thought was to run. I felt I had let down the side.

Painful Solution on the Day

I talked to the dancing instructor about my plight. She found a gold sabai sash I could add. Normally this is draped over the shoulder when you wear traditional dress. A white t-shirt is not traditional dress. As the audience were mostly Australian perhaps they wouldn’t notice. Maybe they didn’t but I was most uncomfortable and felt I had done a disservice to the Thai organisers and the audience for this one person’s mistake. I learned a lot that day.

What would I do differently today?

These days I make my responsible for my own attire. I’d certainly phone the person concerned before the day to ensure the item is coming. I would also have a backup shirt ironed and waiting in my car. Or I would take delivery of the said item before the day. If it’s to be it’s up to me.

The Faulty Technician

An audience of senior year students filled the club’s auditorium. My job as emcee was call out the finalists, bring them to the stage and then announce 3rd, 2nd and then the winner. The event was highly charged and exciting as the students came from a performing arts high school.

Check Before

When I’m on stage I am responsible. The audience is watching me. I always remind myself that each job I do is an audition for the next job (you never know who is watching.) On this night I went through the whole script with the organiser and then got a teacher to help me with the pronunciation of some surnames. I never let anyone else write their phonetics for me – from experience I know to write my own phonetics. Memory will work.

The Technician

I went up to the control box at the back of the room and met the technician. I wanted to go over a few things. He was agitated at me asking ‘dumb’ questions. I would prefer to look dumb to technician than appear dumb in front of seven hundred people at the event. I asked to go over the slides with him so I knew the timing and projection of the finalist’s names onto the screen. He got more agitated. But I persisted. He kept telling me not to undermine his ability. I found this odd as most technician are pretty good.

The Disaster

All went pretty well. Then halfway through the night he brought up the names of the all the winners to the screen. The night of anticipation was ruined as, for some reason, he showed the final slide. Every person in the audience was robbed of the joy of anticipation. I wanted to destroy that technician on my microphone but instead I just asked for that slide to be taken down but it stayed up for about fifteen seconds.

Expect the Unexpected

I tried to salvage the wreck he created. I joked with the audience that somehow a test slide got in the mix. Then apologised and left a question for the audience: “I wonder if that was the real slide or the test slide? Were they really the winners or not?” At least it left a bit of anticipation in the room.

The Aftermath

The technician was a full time employee at that club but he didn’t last much longer as he had stepped on too many toes. Sometimes with all the planning in the world, the unexpected happens. The teachers, the school and the students worked very hard to make it a memorable night. Even though I checked everything to make sure the night flowed there were obstacles. On the spot thinking can help save the day by brining things back to a positive…sometimes…