Miss Me?

You may be wondering what on earth I am accomplishing with respect to my not-yet-finished apartment. I confess, not much. I’m puttering. Unable to get my mind around the notion of moving everything back into a pile and covering it all in plastic. Not yet willing to face the prospect of moving my table saw from the basement into the living room. Reticent about ordering materials that will have to be schlepped up the stairs in order to create the built in units.

To assuage my guilt I have been better at sending out my resume’s, with some results. I have an audition next Thursday for a theatre here in town that I have worked at once before. The Mint Theatre. The play is called THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL. I may be a little old…they’re looking for someone in their mid 30’s, but I contacted the artistic director anyway and told him to give me a shot. Any youthful tips? Skin creams? Tucks?

The other news is that the dam finally broke. I booked my first commercial. LawCash. It shot in Red Hook Brooklyn on an old city bus that was parked on a quiet block. There were a bunch of extra’s and two principals. The LawCash guy—salt and pepper hair, mid thirties, good-looking model-type guy, and me. I’m the sorry sac every-man riding the bus when LawCash guy pushes past and picks my pocket! Only instead of taking something out, he puts a big wad of cash in! After the bewilderment wears off, I’m quite pleased with the turn of events. No copy (read; text). Some voice-over guy gets that task. Just visuals. It was a nice way to enter into this whole world of commercials. People not breathing down your neck to put the emPHAsis on the wrong sylLAble. I’m such a greenhorn, newbie that I have no idea how much the spot pays. I was just pleased to book something so my commercial agent wouldn’t give up on me. Onward and upward.