Last Thursday my modeling job for Target had me working in Tustin (Orange County!) at 3:30 am.
The good news:
1)I LOVE working.
2)There’s no traffic at 2am.
3)I’m a night owl, just not a morning person.
4)Super nice client & crew.
5)I don’t have to show up at this Target every day at 3am, like the poor restocking & floor buffing crew.
6)They only shot me for one hour.
The bad news:
1) They shot everyone else early but shot me from 7am-8am.
2) I had to be in Santa Monica for a commercial callback, which meant driving from Orange County rush hour into LA rush hour.
3) My bloodshot eyes only got one hour of sleep (due to JCLA handbag obligations & the 3:30 am start)
To my rescue:
The makeup artist who…
1)Dropped some “illegal” (FDA unapproved) French blue eyedrops into my eyes, turning them as white as snow.
2) Gave me a fat burner pill that made it impossible for me to fall asleep!
3) Made me look human with her magic!
At 8:15 am. I’m wrapped from the shoot. I manage to stay awake through rush hour traffic.
I salivate over the hour nap I’m about to take in my car, as I park at my Santa Monica audition. Just then I get a call from my agent.
Agent: “Just making sure you know they changed the shoot dates. You must be available from the 27th-29th.”
This is a problem because… for the next 2 weeks a certain telecommunications company has had me on hold as a model.
A “hold” means that they are very interested in booking you, but they reserve the right not to to hire you, yet they want YOU to guarantee you’ll drop everything at a moments notice (while turning down more lucrative job opportunities) to be 100% available for all of tentative shoot dates- though you’re only guaranteed to work ONE of those days.
That’s the standard dictionary term anyways. ;P
My commercial agent tells me I can’t go to the callback if there is a chance I won’t be available for the shoot. What? There is no way I just suffered through 2 hours in traffic, and took a heart palpitating pill… NOT to go to my callback.
I call my modeling agent with the dilemma. She tells me she’ll get back to me. So I wait on pins and needles as the clock ticks closer to my callback time.
I console myself with the thought that even if I lose both job opportunities… I can at least get some sleep! My agent calls my cell phone as I’m lying half conscious in my car.
Modeling agent: “I spoke to the producer. You’ve been released.”
I’ve never been so happy to lose a job in my life!
I change clothes in the bathroom and rush in to my callback. I’m the first one in my category to go in. They ask me to portray the following emotions directly into the camera:
Making Plan. Anticipation. A Challenge. Confidence. Pride. Success.
No problemo!
Then they ask me to hold on my last emotion: Prideful confidence with a big smile. Hold, hold, hold… (for what feels like an eternity) as I start to feel…oh no…my face quivering. My body is not used to the fat burner pill the makeup artist gave me.
Quivering is NOT confident. Jittery- up all night- face is not happy or confident.
Grrrr, I blew it! Much ado about nothing. The session runner dismisses me with a perfunctory, “Thank you.” I exit into a room full of well rested women ready to book this job.
Fine I’m going home. I’m going to melt into bed. At least I made it all the way from OC without crashing…and I tried my best.
Just say no to drugs!
Fast forward: Me in my bed. Full on REM kicking in, when my cell phone blows up with that obnoxious “cha-ching” pinball machine ring which IDs an agent is calling.
Three voicemail messages, though this is the first time I’ve heard my phone ring at all.
Voicemail:
Casting Office: “The client needs you to email the casting director a photo of yourself with your hair pulled back ASAP.”
The next 2 messages were from my commercial agents reiterating the same command. One suggested I take a cell phone photo of myself right now. Uh, you don’t want a photo of me right now….
Yawn, ok I’m probably too late. The rest of the world is awake and working right now. Why would they need photos of me? I sucked.
I email the photos and eventually make it back to sleep. “Cha-ching, Cha-ching!!!” My cell phone rings.
Agent: Ok honey, you’re on avail.
“On avail” is pretty much like a “hold.” It’s the equivalent of that person you haven’t booted out of your life…yet, who makes plans with you but always cancels (via text) at the last minute. You might get lucky but don’t hold your breath.
Lo and behold, they book me the following day?!
I’ll be shooting a bank commercial next week! I’m a real business owner so I’m perfect for this spot, and the best part….my face will NOT be quivering the day of the shoot. No more fat burner pills for me! Ha ha.
Mission accomplished.
This bizarre booking is only to be rivaled by the time my agent called me on Xmas day to tell me I booked a JCPenney commercial that I never even auditioned for!
Expect the unexpected.