It’s gonna be hilarious seeingĪ random guy running onto the scene in just some briefs. I can unbutton your pants myself to find out. It was an accident, but his thumb hesitated over my nipple. He ran a hand over my chest, and I’m not sure if The directorĪpparently liked what he saw. I twisted myself up into a sitting position and looked up. Hmm, maybe at the knee? Or like a whole leg? Wait, lean up for me 11? I I’m sorry sir, but this fabric is stuck in here. After a minute, who I assumed to be the director had walked
He gave me a quick smile and tried to pull the fabric, but it I heard someone running to me and looked up to see a gorgeous man kneelingĭown behind me. Tried to lift myself to my feet, but the leg of my pants had caught on another I somehow stepped on the hanging fabric from my shirt and fell to the ground. Was embarrassed, but at least I was in shape from years of farm work.ĭuring the next take, I could tell that my bad luck was back.
Other guys had rips on their shirts, but I basically had more rip than shirt. Story- it was hanging on by just the collar with my entire chest now visible. We filmed two more takes and luckily, I didn’t fall again. That I would be replaced with another extra, but apparently the scene would go I tried to find the director that was shouting out orders,īut I couldn’t pick him out from the crew standing in front of us. My chest displayed through the ripped fabric. I looked down to see if I saw blood, but I couldn’t see any. I heard my shirt ripping before I even hit the ground. The next take was called and I ran out the door… and straight into some Moved around because they didn’t want all the extras in blue shirts near each Metal pieces, around another one, into the street. I would be running over them, but some of the pieces were taller than I was.ĭuring the first few takes, I got into a rhythm- around this trashcan, past two Of the doors to see huge pieces of sharp metal all over the sidewalk. Sidewalk littered with scrap metal, and into the street to stare at somethingįlying overhead. I was supposed to run out of this building’s lobby, across the We were given our instructions again, and theįilming began. One of the many stunned onlookers stumbling back onto the street.Īfter another fifteen minutes of waiting, it was finally our group’s turn to All of the fighting had already happened, and I’d be I was assigned to be in the post-fight scene, The same intern from earlier started giving the pitch, talking almost tooįast for me to follow along. The right side of the room, half of the men had ripped shirts, flashing enough
I walked downstairs to a room full of extras, some from my roomĪnd a bunch of others that looked like they’d been filming for a while. I wanted to feel annoyed, but at least I was getting paid. Two of my coworkers were there as well, but they’d been called out in theįirst wave. For the next three hours, I did nothing but sit inĪ conference as the other extras were slowly called out of the room, one by I signed in, and the poor intern running solely on caffeine didn’t evenĬheck my ID- he just stamped my paperwork, asked me to sign the contract, and It was, I just couldn’t say no to extra cash. I tried to convince myself to back out the whole way there,īut soon, I was pulling into the parking lot. I fixed him a glass of tea, grabbed his papers, and quietly creeped out Out of bed, so he definitely wasn’t going downtown to film. A couple of my coworkers had the sameīut the next Saturday, my roommate woke up with the flu. Shake the status quo and mess up my luck. Pretending that I’d be nervous to be filmed. He tried to convince me to go with him, but I waved it off, One day, my roommate came home with flyer asking for extras for the newest Months in the city with no incidents, I thought that I had maybe left my past So getting into hi-jinks was sort of normal for me. Tripped in front of people I like, and fallen more than a dozen times in theĬafeteria. I thought my luck was really starting to turn I had found a cheap apartment, gotten hired at an accounting firm, and I packed everything I owned into my truck and drove four hours north toĪtlanta. Once I walked across that stage again, I was When I finally graduated, I went to the local community college- my degree Coming home from school everyĭay early to feed animals and drive various tractors through the back fields. So as my Valentine’s Day present to all of you, here’s mine:įor 22 years, I had lived on my family’s farm. The prompt was about a struggling actor who doesn’t realize that his contract calls for nudity. A little bit ago, posted a story idea and asked a couple writers to give their spin on it.