Jericho (1)

When I found out my call time was 6PM, I assumed it was going to be a late night. Since crew call had been 9AM, I knew I wouldn’t be there all night, but definitely late because it was a Friday.

I arrived at the parking lot and hopped on a shuttle. No surprises there. The driver and his friend were talking about a friend of theirs who was having girlfriend trouble and I really, really, really wanted to pipe up/offer advice/commiserate, but I refrained. I’m just an extra…

That night, I was going to be a townsperson. The wardrobe was supposed to be rundown small town casual given the premise of the show. I was in heaven because, for me, that meant even though it was a night shoot, I wasn’t going to freeze! This was one of those calls when spaghetti strap mini-dresses weren’t what all the girls were supposed to wear and goodness was I thankful.

In fact, when I went through the wardrobe line, she loved what I was already wearing. I didn’t even have to unzip my bag. My dirty-grey Levi’s, shaggy blue shirt with lightly frayed flannel shirt are usually the costumer’s delight when I play downscale characters.

Anyhow, after that, we were herded into holding and I busted out my Palm Pilot and wireless keyboard to get a little writing done. (I wanted to really dissect my stunt driving school experiences and writing them down is the best way for me to do that. Plus, I wanted to cull my notes for Book Two of my Otherness Series]).

I ended up tickling my keyboard for about three hours before the PA came back and signed us out. Apparently they were going so slow that night that they weren’t even going to get to our scene. No worries. I got paid a full day’s wage for doing all that writing. I can’t complain about that.

Plus, the people on this show were really awesome. They even let us have pizza from the craft service table. All in all, a great night. It would’ve been nice to work on set, but whatever. At that point, I was pretty into my writing, so I wasn’t upset about not getting to work. Besides, this makes up for some of those days that are non-stop, never-get-to-sit-down, action. Life is great. I can’t wait until my next gig!

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