So it’s August now. Eight months in and I wasn’t an expert in background, but I felt pretty solid about doing it day-to-day. That was the daily grind up till then. Since July, I wouldn’t say that I’ve been booking commercials left and right, but I was able to wrangle a few big bookings under … Continue reading Yellow.
‘Manifest’ got picked up by NBC to go to series. For those of us that were core, that meant that we were guaranteed work, for the fence people, well that was something else entirely. In addition to the email asking us for our availability in the coming months, we were asked to verify our identity … Continue reading Meltdowns and Mentors.
Every day that you’re on a production, there’s something called a ‘call sheet’. The call sheet is essentially the schedule for the day, who’s doing what, who is the key contact for each department, and who’s in what scene and where. As an extra, we don’t exist on the call sheet. We’re relegated to a … Continue reading A Real Number.
That email stunned me. It was March now. I’d been at this for three months. After my first disaster audition I was trying to rebuild my confidence. I got it, my first booking, my first principal role. I can’t put into words how I felt. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted … Continue reading Principles and Principals.
(Part I) —————— So I left the room. I didn’t leave so much as I bolted. I don’t know why, I just felt like I had to get out. There is nothing decent about the casino floor at 6am. That saying about nothing good happening after 2am, you can basically extend that till 10am for … Continue reading Pas de Deux, Pt. II: Head Above Water
The first thing I do when I get to a casino hotel room is to check the safe. I know I’ve been doing this for a while now, but I’m still never super comfortable carrying around large amount of cash in a duffel bag. In addition to it being super cliche, there’s really no way … Continue reading Pas de Deux, Pt. I: Three. Five. Five. Two.
The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.
Walk the floor at any casino during a night during the weekend and it is an absolutely crazy place. Fortunes (or what seems like it) are won and lost every second, and the air is filled with shouts of exultation, profanities, and ‘MONKEY’. I have no idea where that term comes from, but I can tell you what it means. There are 52 cards in a deck, in blackjack and baccarat, a 10, Jack, Queen, and King all count as a ten. When you need a ten, people yell all sorts of things; Breaker Breaker!, Put a picture on it!, Throw some paint!, Big!, and of course, MONKEY! No one knows why, or at least I don’t. It’s just been passed down from gambler to gambler, until the origins are unknown. And that’s the thing about gambling. The history of it is an oral tradition, passed down from generation to generation. There are some things that can’t be written down, they have to be experienced. However, this is the story of a Jersey Boy in Lord Dunkin’s Court.