I'm as happy as a bubbly school girl. Last week, I got a call from a movie producer. He asked if I would like to come in and do a speaking role. Before you hear the cha-ching, I must state that this is an ultra-low budget feature. I had previously volunteered a Sunday afternoon to sit in as an extra at a wedding scene for them. This was a sequel of sorts to that performance. The lines that I had were many, and they were all improvised. Who knows how much, if any, remain in the final cut, but when we're talking resume' language, it translates: Co-Star.
I played a phys ed coach.Thanks to Mr. Roberts, my coach for 4 years, I was able to deliver the "Safety Is Our Number One Concern" speech. The crew seemed to be pleased with the performance. I certainly had fun. I have a credit in a feature film that I can splonk onto my resume'. There was even talk of this being a possible help with capturing the cherished SAG card. Ooh! Wasn't expecting that.
The thing is: I did have to wear women's clothing a little bit. Do you think I have loosened my standards already? You see, I promised myself, no wearing a dress for a cheap laugh. OK, this wasn't a dress. It was a pair of women's softball shorts. Thanks, Kathleen, for going to the sports store to buy them with me. And thanks for not answering the girls' question of "where is daddy?" with, he's in there trying on girlie shorts.
Apparently they finally stopped selling the stretchy shorts that coaches believed it was mandatory to wear. This movie is set in the eighties, a good decade to graduate in. A nice gentleman at the store in Montrose shared the secret. "If you don't mind going to the girls section of a large sports store, they still make them for girls softball".
He was right. I threw on my squishy shorts, grabbed a clipboard, and let the coachisms fly.
Does anyone have a daughter in softball that needs some black shorts?