LIFE ON MARS
No, that's not the name of a sci-fi book I'm reading. Life on Mars is an American remake of a British series of the same name.
I was booked to play a partier but when we got on set, it turned out to be a crackhouse/druggie home. The funny thing was that I felt like I'd been in one of these homes before. The surroundings looked strangely familiar and I was impressed by the detail.
I really didn't want to be there since it was in Manhattan Beach. I didn't realize that until I was booked and there was no way to back out. Oh well, I thought, at least it's at a studio. I'd always wondered where the Raleigh Studios were which is where most David E. Kelley shows are shot.
However, when we were on set, I think I looked a little too clean-cut relative to the other actors. I was placed in a kitchen and so was another guy named Abraham, a UC Santa Cruz student looking to make some extra cash before heading back to school. When the AD started setting his shots, he realized there wasn't enough room for the both of us and asked one of us to leave. "Flip a coin," he said, but I just got up and left, hoping I wouldn't get a call back. I didn't really want to repeat the drive.
So I hung out with Yosel who was also out of the scene. He didn't look like a crackhead either, and the 2nd AD told us we were too good looking to be in the scene.
We actually got to wrap early since it was obvious we wouldn't be used. We left gladly, but it was during rush hour. A union lady who also wrapped early and was there as a rush call told me to check out Act In Hollywood. I told her about my blog and possible book idea and she told me that if her friend can write a book, anyone can.
The traffic meant that I would need to go to Hollywood Park to go up against some hard core gamblers. However, when I got there, the tables were full of retired folks and loose players, willing to call with extremely marginal hands.
While I played, I signed-up with Central to be on the availability list. Little did I know I would be booked as a wedding guest in the Pacific Palisades. Funny how trying to get away from something sometimes leads you to that exact same thing.
No, that's not the name of a sci-fi book I'm reading. Life on Mars is an American remake of a British series of the same name.
I was booked to play a partier but when we got on set, it turned out to be a crackhouse/druggie home. The funny thing was that I felt like I'd been in one of these homes before. The surroundings looked strangely familiar and I was impressed by the detail.
I really didn't want to be there since it was in Manhattan Beach. I didn't realize that until I was booked and there was no way to back out. Oh well, I thought, at least it's at a studio. I'd always wondered where the Raleigh Studios were which is where most David E. Kelley shows are shot.
However, when we were on set, I think I looked a little too clean-cut relative to the other actors. I was placed in a kitchen and so was another guy named Abraham, a UC Santa Cruz student looking to make some extra cash before heading back to school. When the AD started setting his shots, he realized there wasn't enough room for the both of us and asked one of us to leave. "Flip a coin," he said, but I just got up and left, hoping I wouldn't get a call back. I didn't really want to repeat the drive.
So I hung out with Yosel who was also out of the scene. He didn't look like a crackhead either, and the 2nd AD told us we were too good looking to be in the scene.
We actually got to wrap early since it was obvious we wouldn't be used. We left gladly, but it was during rush hour. A union lady who also wrapped early and was there as a rush call told me to check out Act In Hollywood. I told her about my blog and possible book idea and she told me that if her friend can write a book, anyone can.
The traffic meant that I would need to go to Hollywood Park to go up against some hard core gamblers. However, when I got there, the tables were full of retired folks and loose players, willing to call with extremely marginal hands.
While I played, I signed-up with Central to be on the availability list. Little did I know I would be booked as a wedding guest in the Pacific Palisades. Funny how trying to get away from something sometimes leads you to that exact same thing.
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