that’s SENOR N to you.
acting gig went cool. played a teacher. it was interesting. it was unfortunate that it wasn’t really acting as such. unfortunately. no rehearsals with other actors, no rapport built, no understanding the character. not so much of a character as a symbol. but you know. that was the gig. one day, half day.
i’d say one piece required actual acting training and talent. it was when everyone else (the class) had left the room and gone to lunch and i was alone doing medium shot reaction shots. (odd, dont know why they didnt do close ups for reactions…but it wasn’t film, it was Instructional Video, eh) i was reacting to things that were not happening, or rather, that happened in the last scene. and while i did get some amount of direction…things were rushed. i was there with crew all facing me, boom mic, HMI lights, the whole dealio. director, producer. empty classroom. jaja! alone on a stool under lights, reacting to imaginations. recording the manifestation of my facial expression.
what a sick dream, acting. its always been my dream. but damn. i laugh to myself. what a crazy dream!
one girl, actor, the kids came from a drama school. she says to me “you seem like you would be a cool teacher. are you a teacher?” which made me feel that somehow, even with very little preparation, i pulled it off. imagine that. collared shirt, tie, and teaching a class. i love make believe.
dig my early morning redeyed vato mafioso stylie. that’s señor N to you, chica.