When life hands ya lemons, all you can do is make Flaming Lemon and wait to see what awaits for you around the corner. Or so according to my new friends, Jeff and Melinda. But what if what awaits you around the corner is just more lemons? Do you just make more Flaming Lemon? Or do you hope and pray that somehow everything will turn out ok?
Yesterday afternoon, I got out early from my Geo class. I was just getting settled and starting on my second coffee, when Mr. Talbot asked if anyone did last week's assignment. No one raised their hand, and it was mostly because no one showed up last week, when Mr. Talbot was out and had a sub. Except for me. I stayed for the lecture, hoping to get some sorta information on the homework, and it's a good thing I did too. I was the only one who did the assignment, and therefore was granted permission to begin my Rodeo Vacation Weekend early. Who knew being a total geek, had its own reward?
As I made my way out of class and out of the main elevator, I turned the corner...and landed my first role in a student independent film! Jeff, the director, was filming location shots when he filmed me walking around the corner.
JEFF: Excuse me?
ME: Yeah?
JEFF: Hi, my name is Jeff, and I'm filming a movie...
ME: Oh! I'm sorry. I didnt even see you there! Sorry!
JEFF: No, no! No. Um, this is gonna sound kinda weird, but have you ever done any acting?
ME: Oh, I dont do those kind of films. Can they film porn on campus? Who cares?! I cant believe they think I'm porn material!
JEFF: No! Oh, God no! No, nothing like that! I mean actual acting. Like film acting.
ME: Oh, well, no. I cant believe I thought I was porn material.
JEFF: Would you be interested in doing a movie?
ME: Um, I dont know?
JEFF: It's a student film I have to do for my media class. We were gonna be auditioning this weekend, but I dont think we have to anymore. You're like, exactly the kind of person I want!
Can you believe it?! I was the kind of person they wanted! It was beyond awesome, that I went from student to student-actor in a mere matter of minutes. All from just walking around the corner. And since I really didnt have anything else to do, I spent the rest of the afternoon, making on-camera tests, and looking over the script. The story was a modern-day twist on the classic children story, Alice In Wonderland. Only this Wonderland included a love story and, as a director's trademark, all the characters wear something green. Which means, I get free clothes. I know!
And so, after the preliminary filming was done, the crew and I parted ways and I took my new friend, Melinda, aka costume designer, back to her place. It was there, in her pink apartment, that she gave me a green track jacket. Apparently, Alice and her friends all shopped at American Eagle. Melinda and I were in the middle of deciding what to do for dinner, when her phone rang. It was her sister, who had called to tell her, that her niece had fallen off the monkey bars and fractured her wrist. Since she was without ride, I drove Melinda to Tucson Medical Center.
If you were to talk to my entire family and half my friends, they would all agree, that I am not the best driver. I do the brake-gas-brake-gas thing when I'm in a parking lot, which not only pisses off the drivers behind me, but it pisses off my mechanic. I dont do it to annoy, I do it because I'm afraid of going to fast and crashing into a parked car. So if you think about it, I'm really a safe driver. And it was with this state of driving, that I pulled up into TMC, turned the corner and gave an old man in a walker, a heart attack. I didnt hit him, but I guess when he saw me coming at full speed, and then braking, it scared him.
MELINDA: Ohmigod! David! Call 9-1-1!
ME: I cant! I dont have my phone! You call!
MELINDA: Shit! Where's my phone?!
ME: I dont know?! Hurry!
MELINDA: Wait!
ME: What?!
MELINDA: We're at a hospital?
ME: Oh, yeah, huh?
I was so afraid, the man was going to tell the authorities that I was a teenage punk, who too busy bumpin' and grindin' to rap music to watch the old pedistrians. But as it turns out, Mr. Freed was ok and was soon falling under the spell of his medication. I'm not sure if he blames me for his unfortunate accident, since it was already closing time, but I hope to God he doesnt blame me. It's just the story of my life. One minute, I'm finding local fame and fortune, the next, I'm finding, well, fame if my mug gets on the news, but misfortune. And all from just around the corner.
Yesterday afternoon, I got out early from my Geo class. I was just getting settled and starting on my second coffee, when Mr. Talbot asked if anyone did last week's assignment. No one raised their hand, and it was mostly because no one showed up last week, when Mr. Talbot was out and had a sub. Except for me. I stayed for the lecture, hoping to get some sorta information on the homework, and it's a good thing I did too. I was the only one who did the assignment, and therefore was granted permission to begin my Rodeo Vacation Weekend early. Who knew being a total geek, had its own reward?
As I made my way out of class and out of the main elevator, I turned the corner...and landed my first role in a student independent film! Jeff, the director, was filming location shots when he filmed me walking around the corner.
JEFF: Excuse me?
ME: Yeah?
JEFF: Hi, my name is Jeff, and I'm filming a movie...
ME: Oh! I'm sorry. I didnt even see you there! Sorry!
JEFF: No, no! No. Um, this is gonna sound kinda weird, but have you ever done any acting?
ME: Oh, I dont do those kind of films. Can they film porn on campus? Who cares?! I cant believe they think I'm porn material!
JEFF: No! Oh, God no! No, nothing like that! I mean actual acting. Like film acting.
ME: Oh, well, no. I cant believe I thought I was porn material.
JEFF: Would you be interested in doing a movie?
ME: Um, I dont know?
JEFF: It's a student film I have to do for my media class. We were gonna be auditioning this weekend, but I dont think we have to anymore. You're like, exactly the kind of person I want!
Can you believe it?! I was the kind of person they wanted! It was beyond awesome, that I went from student to student-actor in a mere matter of minutes. All from just walking around the corner. And since I really didnt have anything else to do, I spent the rest of the afternoon, making on-camera tests, and looking over the script. The story was a modern-day twist on the classic children story, Alice In Wonderland. Only this Wonderland included a love story and, as a director's trademark, all the characters wear something green. Which means, I get free clothes. I know!
And so, after the preliminary filming was done, the crew and I parted ways and I took my new friend, Melinda, aka costume designer, back to her place. It was there, in her pink apartment, that she gave me a green track jacket. Apparently, Alice and her friends all shopped at American Eagle. Melinda and I were in the middle of deciding what to do for dinner, when her phone rang. It was her sister, who had called to tell her, that her niece had fallen off the monkey bars and fractured her wrist. Since she was without ride, I drove Melinda to Tucson Medical Center.
If you were to talk to my entire family and half my friends, they would all agree, that I am not the best driver. I do the brake-gas-brake-gas thing when I'm in a parking lot, which not only pisses off the drivers behind me, but it pisses off my mechanic. I dont do it to annoy, I do it because I'm afraid of going to fast and crashing into a parked car. So if you think about it, I'm really a safe driver. And it was with this state of driving, that I pulled up into TMC, turned the corner and gave an old man in a walker, a heart attack. I didnt hit him, but I guess when he saw me coming at full speed, and then braking, it scared him.
MELINDA: Ohmigod! David! Call 9-1-1!
ME: I cant! I dont have my phone! You call!
MELINDA: Shit! Where's my phone?!
ME: I dont know?! Hurry!
MELINDA: Wait!
ME: What?!
MELINDA: We're at a hospital?
ME: Oh, yeah, huh?
I was so afraid, the man was going to tell the authorities that I was a teenage punk, who too busy bumpin' and grindin' to rap music to watch the old pedistrians. But as it turns out, Mr. Freed was ok and was soon falling under the spell of his medication. I'm not sure if he blames me for his unfortunate accident, since it was already closing time, but I hope to God he doesnt blame me. It's just the story of my life. One minute, I'm finding local fame and fortune, the next, I'm finding, well, fame if my mug gets on the news, but misfortune. And all from just around the corner.
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