GO ON #2
Last night, Brandy called to ask if I could hit balls if I were in a batting cage. I told her I could. I was in Walmart at the time shopping for a seat pillow for moms since she had a tailbone issue. Brandy also asked if my car was really old. Of course, my replies were all meant to comfort her since casting directors always worry that you can't do something. I told her I could make contact and that I hadn't played for over eight years but that I had good form. She seemed hesitant, but essentially, when you have someone on the line, they pretty much want to use you and you have to really screw up for them to call someone else instead.
So I ended up getting booked for this gig all the way out in Santa Clarita. I swear, it seems like we are always on location with this show even though it's only the second time I've worked on it. We started at a Shell station where we kind of just parked our car and waited and waited until they shot the scene.
Then we were moved to a kind of arcade that has the usual batting cages and things like that in it. I guess every neighborhood has one of these. Anyway, it started raining and the nice thing about the batting cage I was placed in was that it had a cover. That was good for me since I didn't get any rain on me while we shot.
What sucked is that I never ended up hitting any balls. I just had to pretend I was swinging at them. Lame if you ask me. The funny thing is that the other two guys who were placed (we were all considered experts), weren't any better than me. One guy had good form and couldn't hit any of the balls and the other guy had bad form but was making good contact. I actually got sore because the DP kept telling me to swing harder and man, I was swinging as hard as I could and he wanted even more speed. I wasn't sure what I was doing wrong because it felt like I was really swinging hard and fast. But when you have pretty good form, it looks pretty deceptive, just like in golf.
Most of us were wrapped pretty late into the night but they did keep some of the non-union folks to keep shooting. It's interesting how much the production staff try to keep the costs down even though they order all kinds of food for us to eat. I guess that's one of the most important things with any production. You gotta make sure everyone is fed until they can't eat anymore. I ended up eating a pastrami sandwich and brought the other meatball half home since I was so full.
(written 4/7/13)
So I ended up getting booked for this gig all the way out in Santa Clarita. I swear, it seems like we are always on location with this show even though it's only the second time I've worked on it. We started at a Shell station where we kind of just parked our car and waited and waited until they shot the scene.
Then we were moved to a kind of arcade that has the usual batting cages and things like that in it. I guess every neighborhood has one of these. Anyway, it started raining and the nice thing about the batting cage I was placed in was that it had a cover. That was good for me since I didn't get any rain on me while we shot.
What sucked is that I never ended up hitting any balls. I just had to pretend I was swinging at them. Lame if you ask me. The funny thing is that the other two guys who were placed (we were all considered experts), weren't any better than me. One guy had good form and couldn't hit any of the balls and the other guy had bad form but was making good contact. I actually got sore because the DP kept telling me to swing harder and man, I was swinging as hard as I could and he wanted even more speed. I wasn't sure what I was doing wrong because it felt like I was really swinging hard and fast. But when you have pretty good form, it looks pretty deceptive, just like in golf.
Most of us were wrapped pretty late into the night but they did keep some of the non-union folks to keep shooting. It's interesting how much the production staff try to keep the costs down even though they order all kinds of food for us to eat. I guess that's one of the most important things with any production. You gotta make sure everyone is fed until they can't eat anymore. I ended up eating a pastrami sandwich and brought the other meatball half home since I was so full.
(written 4/7/13)
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