So Saturday. The big cheese/boss man/director of our production company decided we were filming a Doritos commercial. This was a wonderful thing, because one of our producers had a fantastic idea for it. But his idea didn’t involve showing up at 8am on a very cold Saturday.
Thanks director man.
Aside from freezing for three hours or so, I was roped into part of the crowd of extras. I was the only female and I happened to be wearing a white coat, while all the guys wore black. I kept trying to hide behind the other extras–I don’t like being on camera–but director man wouldn’t let that go. He wanted me in the shot.
Maybe I should just take it as a compliment. Or just trust director man. It would be awfully unreal to have a whole crowd of people with no females.
Let’s back up. Why were we filming a Doritos commercial? Because we want to play at the Superbowl. Why would we play at the Superbowl? If we win the contest, of course.
Oh, and we’d get a million dollars.
Oh, and work with Michael Bay.
Guess it’s a good thing that we had an excellent idea. And an excellent director man to push us to actually get it done. Our super short film showing at the Superbowl would make 3 cold hours totally worth it.
Oooo…Millions of people watching me shiver in my white coat…
But thanks director man. You’re gonna get us in the same room as Michael Bay. Maybe we’ll even get to blow something up.