And the next minute, you are holed up on a stage on a foldable chair for 10 hours, being treated like a human prop, as you wait to shoot a commercial.
Yes, that was my day.
So the commercial I booked was one that I was excited about. Great audition with lots of material. Great campaign. Great spot for "actors" (meaning: talky, actor-y, heavy dialogue spots). Not just some girl running through an f-ing field telling you how great her tampons are, so you go and buy some. No, those are not the spots I go out for.
Well something went wrong today. And while I was paid my rate to be the aforementioned talky actor, I literally said nothing in the spot.
Not. A. Word.
This would have been fine if I knew that going into it, but it was a massive curve ball to be thrown. Especially since I was treated like shit. The feeling of being corralled, ignored, overlooked. People on set assumed I must be an extra since I wasn't speaking, and I have to say, the difference in how you're treated is shocking. Background actors work their asses off, and they deserve just as much respect. They're working toward their dream, just like I am. It's just a different version of the same hustle.
Here's the thing - only in this industry can you be fancy enough to go straight to producers on auditions, and walk the red carpet at Golden Globe parties (like tomorrow night), and have designers loan you clothes.....and then in the next moment, just be the "girl in the blue sweater."
Ego swallowed? Check.
Ready to let this day go and feel like a rock star tomorrow? Double check.
A glass of wine...or two? A resounding check.
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