The guy from Sundance. A volley of emails. A bunch of telephone calls. And then, the conversation my savvy friends say they would kill for: come in, I'll coach you on your lines, then we'll tape you.
I bailed.
The guy from the Subject Bar. Emails, conversations, visits. And the opportunity I know others would kill for: when am I coming back to finish the shoot, x famous person comes here, and y person, and hot bands a, b, c.
I am stalling.
It's the becoming visible thing.
posted by ttractor @ 7:53 PM
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aw, come on molly! i thought you were a front-row kinda gal!
can't sparkle if you're standing in the shadows.
I give myself a pass on the "acting" thing. I just couldn't really get my head around, well, having my face scrutinized to that level. I have a cinematographer friend who is always syaing "oh! the camera loves her!" about various people he's working with. I don't think that could be said about me, and I don't think I need to have that pointed out, in a public forum, no less.
I will take the pictures at the Subject Bar, I just need a little time to groc with it and what it could mean. And prepare myself for nothing.
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