Thursday, January 14, 2010

Third Person Thursday

At the end of September, she had to make a fish face for a casting.

She hates wasting her time by going to castings in which she is not qualified to participate. She carefully checks over the specifics: age? weight? role? product? (Once she waited at an audition for almost 2 hours only to find that she had to eat something that she was allergic to-infuriating!). She won't attend tobacco, alcohol or gambling auditions, and is also restricted by some of her allergies (cats are out).

She read the casting email and went straight to the bathroom to practice her fishface in the mirror. She thought it was doable, pretty good. She actually practiced a bunch because it didn't come easily to her mouth. She thought she qualified though, and committed to going.

When she got to the casting there were a billion people there from age 4 to 82. She sat down to wait for her number and started practicing her fishface. Another woman waiting to go in as well, laughed at her. She didn't find that funny, she said: "I have to practice. The fishface doesn't come naturally to me," and then she went on practicing.

It was time. She went in. She knew the photographer from the 3 generation photoshoot she did a few years back. He was super patient with her as she tried to get the perfect fish face. She struck her pose, which also involved wonky eyes for her, for some reason (she couldn't achieve it smiling), and he would give direction: "Open your lips more. Now squeeze, ok and open!"

She had a difficult time. She suggested having a mirror near the lens so that the model could see what the photographer was talking about! It's very hard to make an adjustment without looking. She started thinking outloud and realized that nobody cared and there were tons of people waiting, so she threw up her hands and started walking out.

He grabbed her by the waist and encouraged her to try a few more. OKAY! She tried just a few more and then gave up. She walked to the bathroom reflecting on what a waste of time that was, and that it was for the best because she grinds her teeth all night, every night and just those few fishfaces were a little stressing to her muscles, and she didn't think she could tolerate an ENTIRE photoshoot of that face.

Cut to the first week of November.

"Hi, this is the producer of the fishface casting you went on. We want to use an image from the casting for our campaign."

Ha!
What?
Are you kidding me?
I was terrible.

"You didn't have the BEST fishface of the 500 fishfaces we shot, but it was the cutest."

Ha!
What?
Are you kidding me?

And so. There it is. She practiced, she did her best, she got the job, and she didn't have to go through the potentially tedious photoshoot that a fishface photo would require.

Negotiations between client and agent went on for about a week and then seemed to fizzle out, so by the time the holidays and the broken foot came around, she thought; "oh well, I guess that's that, they went a different direction." She was disappointed.

Suddenly, anonymous blogger spy extraordinaire commented last week:

"is that you in the tuna fish coupon insert in this month good housekeeping?"

What? At first she was angry, because she was pretty certain it was her, and to her knowledge, a deal had never gone through...but after some help from super-anonymous-spy-blogger and her cousin through facebook, she saw that YES! It was her, and her agent was able to confirm the contract, which apparently got lost in the HOLIDAZE.



6 comments:

Andrea said...

I almost left the same comment two days ago when I saw your fish face in better homes & gardens! I knew it was you!

Lisa said...

Better Homes and Gardens, eh? My quest continues!

Anonymous said...

let's see the "fishy" picture!!!

wendysue said...

Arg! I forgot to look at work. . .Good Housekeeping AND Better Homes?

Bek said...

I saw it above the checkstand at our safeway about a month ago. I am in SF. I even took a picture because I remembered you1 (415) 249-7435 talking about the audition.

Bek said...

I have no idea how that phone number got in there. It isn't one I recognize. Strange.