Troglodyte
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 28, 2001
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OOC: Brad West. 23 years old. 5'9", 160. Wavy black hair. Killer smile.
IC:
Sitting in my trailer reading the script, I reached a decision.
I was going to have to fire my agent.
Reading a little further, I changed my mind.
I was going to have to kill him.
The script was awful. It was one of those lame cliched teen sex comedies that tended to go straight to video. It made Porky's look like Citizen Kane. It was going to kill my career just when it was starting to warm up.
And I was pretty hot. I had a TV series that had killer demographics. I had gotten good notices in my first few small roles, and my debut starring role had grossed over a 100 million dollars.
I was on the way up.
And this would send it all crashing down.
There was only one thing to do. I would have to quit.
Tossing the script into the garbage, I headed outside to find the producer to break the bad news.
Outside, the set was a bustle of activity.
"Let's get ready for the shower scene!" the director shouted.
Then, a half dozen gorgeous young extras scurried onto the set wearing nothing but gleaming white towels. They each smiled at me as they wiggled past.
Well, I thought.
Maybe I'll quit tomorrow.......
OOC: This thread is open to all. Actors. Producers. Directors. Extras. Agents. Tech people. Come one, come all.
Just as long as you come.
IC:
Sitting in my trailer reading the script, I reached a decision.
I was going to have to fire my agent.
Reading a little further, I changed my mind.
I was going to have to kill him.
The script was awful. It was one of those lame cliched teen sex comedies that tended to go straight to video. It made Porky's look like Citizen Kane. It was going to kill my career just when it was starting to warm up.
And I was pretty hot. I had a TV series that had killer demographics. I had gotten good notices in my first few small roles, and my debut starring role had grossed over a 100 million dollars.
I was on the way up.
And this would send it all crashing down.
There was only one thing to do. I would have to quit.
Tossing the script into the garbage, I headed outside to find the producer to break the bad news.
Outside, the set was a bustle of activity.
"Let's get ready for the shower scene!" the director shouted.
Then, a half dozen gorgeous young extras scurried onto the set wearing nothing but gleaming white towels. They each smiled at me as they wiggled past.
Well, I thought.
Maybe I'll quit tomorrow.......
OOC: This thread is open to all. Actors. Producers. Directors. Extras. Agents. Tech people. Come one, come all.
Just as long as you come.
