It's 8:45pm and you get a text from your manager. You have an audition! YAYYYY!!
It's a self-tape.....NOOOOO!!!
You're instantly stressed out. You spend all night reading the script and go to bed way to late, ridden with anxiety, already anguished about this self-taping you have to get done tomorrow. Who will read with you? How is the lighting in your room? Where is my tripod? How do I rig my
I-phone to the tripod without purchasing the appropriate part? Where is my old Samsung camera that I got at ESPN? Are my neighbors looking at me funny as I hold my tripod and camera while still in my pajamas in my elevator? The answer is yes. Do they think I'm taping a porn? The answer is yes. Ok, I used my last life line to call upon a super duper hero friend to help me with this agonizing process. I don't have time to clean my room or worry about the tantra sex book laying next to my bed. Oh well.
Its time to tape. The battery on the camera is already dying. Señor Sun is fading fast and the only light I have to fill the room is from my mini book lamp light. HELP!!! My friend comes to the rescue and creates a full on studio from my bed sheet, hair clip, closet door, and my roomies living room lamp.
Ok! We're sorted.
Take 1! Hated it. Take 2.. am I understanding this right? Take 3... is the sound good? Take 4.... I wasn't feeling it. Take 5... wait, did I leave a word out? Take 6... I think I need to change my intention. Take 7... I'm not using the environment. Take 8... should i change my top?
Take 9...lets move on to the second scene.
Three hours and 40 minutes later. All three scenes are finished. You just lost a friend, and you're not at all happy with any of the 27 takes you now have to sit through and edit.