I'm Gonna Be a Star!

And Baby, you can drive my car ;-).

My friend Ben, a.k.a. The Serial Killer, is taking film classes. Whew! I can hear you say. What a relief! This is evidence that he's not a serial killer, because film students are so normal. You all can rest easier with the assumption that if he's spending unusual amounts of time in a basement with video equipment, it's because he's doing something artsy.

In a previous post, I alluded to starring in one of his homework projects (I played a woman who arrived at a furniture store after it closed and called her boyfriend to tell him she couldn't get the chair he wanted. My performance was Oscar-worthy. Well, I haven't seen it, but surely it was Oscar-worthy. There was Drama.) I was paid in Mexican food ($7 enchilada plate -- score!).

Today, I had a bit part in another assignment. The shot took place in the future, and I got to wear a tinfoil hat. Tinfoil hat!

I'm enjoying that improv class, too. During drinks after class last night, one of the guys said I was good at it, noting that "not a lot of women are funny." I chose to take the compliment. No disrespect to all the funny ladies out there.

For most of my life, I'd ruled out acting. I did a couple years of drama club in junior high, and wanted to be in old-fashioned musicals, but was already focused on playing the trombone and told myself not to get distracted. Later, I was afraid I wasn't pretty enough. And then I assumed I didn't have acting talent.

God is erasing the big "NO" I've had written over that whole area. People keep asking me what I want to do and what I'm doing to actively pursue that goal, but this season is about broadening horizons, not narrowing them. I've begun telling people that I want to be a rock-star actress comedian writer, and I'm not really joking. I expect to pick up music again, and I DO want to write and perform/act/be on stage and somehow be involved with humor and comedy. Why not? I was the one who'd said no, not God.

As little opportunities come my way, I say yes. Yes to this blog. Yes to karaoke nights. Yes to improv.

Yes to tinfoil hats.