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Did I See You on TV?

Um, so last night, I was on TV… And it was amazing.

Here is a screenshot from the promo (yes, they even teased my appearance!)

Nashville promoI’ll let you watch the episode to see my 15 (milliseconds) of fame, but I thought some of you might be interested in knowing the behind the scenes story. We’re not really supposed to talk about it, but since the episode has aired, I suppose there’s no harm now…

Anyway, first up and most critical – wardrobe. When I was selected as a “detective”, I said I had the requisite clothing. And I did – if I were an actual detective. I mean, if that were my everyday job, I’d obviously wear my bright colors and ruffled suit, regardless. But, for a TV detective, I realized I needed to be a little more conservative (the list they sent me of appropriate clothing helped me realize this). So, I had to go shopping and even still, I don’t think the wardrobe guy was totally happy with me, but whatever. Other than my mom (who had been counting down the days to my appearance) and a few friends, no one will even see me. Probably… (I’m still waiting for the call from the talent agent.)

Most of being an extra is waiting around. Everything is very last minute and contingent on how the scenes shot before yours go, etc. So, they put us in a holding area with snacks (animal crackers and cheese puffs, so I was pretty happy) until they were ready to shoot our scene.

Normally, this holding area is on the studio lot. When scenes are filmed off-site, the holding area naturally moves. Since my scene was taking place outside a seedy motel (which, actually, I thought was the least seedy of the nearby choices), the holding area was in an establishment right next door…the kind of establishment you’d think would be right next door to a seedy hotel. Yes, we hung out in “Jazzy Sensations: Nashville’s Urban Adult Entertainment Club”.

I actually didn’t think it was still in business, but one of my fellow extras assured me that his buddy owned the place – and had great pride in his voice, which was matched equally by the disdain on my face, I think.

Most of the other extras were veterans, and as we were talking, people started sharing about their first times on the Nashville set – at the Grand Ole Opry, the Ryman, the Country Club…  I couldn’t help be a little jealous, but at least my story about Jazzy Sensations is the most unique.

When it finally came time to shoot the scene, I was placed right by the focal point of the scene, so I knew unless they cut it completely, I’d be on camera. There was a bit of a mix-up when the assistant director yelled back some instructions at me as he was running back behind the camera – I thought he said to do my part sexier. Honestly, I didn’t know how to examine evidence sexy, but I gave it my best effort. Turns out, that wasn’t at all what he’d said, but maybe I spiced up the scene, anyway.

The only star in my scene was Connie Britton, and she wasn’t near enough to me to interact in any way. But, she looked beautiful, of course.

Oh, and they pay you to do this, which is amazing – I’d have totally done it for free.

So, that’s my extra experience. It really was fun, and if I can ever find a day I’m not crazy busy at work, I may take a personal day and do it again. Worth it for the fame, fortune, and cheese puffs.

Have you ever been an extra or on a TV/movie set? Was your experience similar?

 

Beating the odds

Falling into the category of “that would only happen to you, SB” is a story from very early in my dating life.  A guy that I’d really liked had recently unceremoniously dumped me for his long-time on-again, off-again girlfriend.   I wasn’t dealing with it very well, so when I learned that he and his roommate were going to a concert one Saturday night, I thought I would try to win tickets from the local radio station.  If I was successful, it would be a sign.

Let me pause and talk about what good luck I have winning tickets from the radio.  As an 8 year old, I won tickets to see the Gaithers (I don’t know why I wanted these tickets; I fall asleep at the concert.  But, I won them, and that was all that mattered).  Many years later, I won tickets to see Kenny Chesney.  So, on that cold night, when I went to the concert arena and basically walked up to the station and was handed two tickets, I was the only one who wasn’t really surprised.

With my best friend in tow, we hurriedly got ready and went back for the show.  Let me pause again and say that at this point in my life, I HATED concerts.  Or, at least, I thought I did.  My only real experiences with concerts was youth group conventions where everyone jumped around, and (as my dad likes to say), “mosh pitted.”  I’m outgoing, but I’m still fairly conservative in my expression.  So, I was literally only going to this show because this guy was going to be there.

When my friend and I found our seats, I texted the guy that I was there.  He was most shocked of all, and probably not all too happy that he now had to come clean and, actually, it wasn’t his roommate coming with him after all, but rather his girlfriend.  My heart sank, but not as much as it would when they walked in to the 10,000 person arena and found their (pre-assigned) seats – two rows in front, two seats down from me.   I could watch them together the whole 3 hours!

I wish I could tell you any of this story is an exaggeration.  I promise you it is not.  Fortunately for me, they were late and not super mushy, and my friend and I ended up having a great time (ironically, the guy she was interested in was also at that same concert; apparently, there wasn’t a whole lot else going on in town that night).  And, most important of all, I learned that I actually LOVE concerts!  I saw a very young Miranda Lambert as an opener that night, which was really fun (I don’t remember for sure, but I think she may have smashed her guitar), and I learned that adults don’t have to jump around.  You can actually be quite calm while enjoying live music.

So, all’s well that end’s well.  Despite my brilliant, but for some reason, failed effort to stalk a man into loving me, it was a successful evening, and while that guy and I never did get back together, we managed to overcome the awkwardness and become sort-of friends.

Has anything like that happened to you?  Do you have luck either with winning tickets or being assigned seats immediately behind your ex and his/her significant other?  What would you have done?!  Let me hear your thoughts!

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