kickass!
I’m actually starting to feel like a working actor. Not that I’m getting paid, but I’m working nonetheless.
I went on three auditions this weekend and booked three jobs. One is a student film and I’ll be the principal in a newscast-type deal. Another is work as background/atmosphere in a short indie set in the 20s–not such a challenge, but probably worth it just for the costumes.
But the coolest opportunity came on Saturday by an utter fluke. I was needed for a role in an indie short to be submitted to a festival by Wednesday. I met with the director and other actor Saturday night, rehearsed for a couple hours, and showed up to film Sunday morning. We were at it for 15 hours yesterday and came up with a product that I hope will be very good. It’s a pretty scandalous comedy, which I’m sure will make me blush to watch it, but I was glad to have a chance to push my boundaries.
The best part was that the director really seemed to know what he was doing–he focused so much on the performance and not just the camera work. It was a rare treat. The other actor was great and made me laugh, and I feel really great about the experience.
My feel are killing me, though. That many hours in freaking high healed shoes and I can barely walk today.
