"I'm in a play"
Kris's last post really hit home because it reminded me of an incident that occured last Sunday (No, it doesn't involve nipple rings, but it's almost as seedy).
I was walking through the mall, on my way to meet my scene partner for Michele's class, when I noticed a shoe sale at Transit. For class, I'm doing a bit from Spike Heels by Theresa Rebeck. As you can probably guess from the title, my character wears spike heels in the play.
I quickly scan a rack before grabbing the first shoe that attracks my attention as a possible match. The sales girl approaches me.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Yes," I respond showing her the shoe in my hand. "Is this the kind of shoe people would look at and go 'Wow, those are ridiculous! How the hell can you walk in those things?' or even 'You could take someone's eye out with those!'"
She gives me a quizzical look but, either because she actually did agree with me or simply because she saw a sale in the making, replies: "Yes, of course."
She gets me a pair in my size. I try them on and, although a little shaky, they fit just fine. But I'm not sure they'll match with what I'm planning to wear.
The sales girl obviously sees the doubt in my face.
"Is something wrong?"
And that's when I too screwed my face up and gave her the answer that I hate giving people because it always conjures up images of geeks in church basements mounting productions to celebrate the nativity: “I’m in a play.” And I also do not know in which nativity play Mary would go traipsing about in stilletoes and a mini-skirt.
Ignoring the weird look she's giving me, I let her know about my "matching" dilemna. That, she seemed to understand.
"Oh, well you know even though they are on sale, they aren't final sale. Just keep the receipt and you have 30 days to return them."
And that's how I ended up with the shoes for my class.
It's funny though, the reactions some people give you when you tell then that you are an actor. Like such a thing could not possibly exist in a city like Ottawa. And yet, here we are. We're not going away, so people better start getting used to it.
I was walking through the mall, on my way to meet my scene partner for Michele's class, when I noticed a shoe sale at Transit. For class, I'm doing a bit from Spike Heels by Theresa Rebeck. As you can probably guess from the title, my character wears spike heels in the play.
I quickly scan a rack before grabbing the first shoe that attracks my attention as a possible match. The sales girl approaches me.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Yes," I respond showing her the shoe in my hand. "Is this the kind of shoe people would look at and go 'Wow, those are ridiculous! How the hell can you walk in those things?' or even 'You could take someone's eye out with those!'"
She gives me a quizzical look but, either because she actually did agree with me or simply because she saw a sale in the making, replies: "Yes, of course."
She gets me a pair in my size. I try them on and, although a little shaky, they fit just fine. But I'm not sure they'll match with what I'm planning to wear.
The sales girl obviously sees the doubt in my face.
"Is something wrong?"
And that's when I too screwed my face up and gave her the answer that I hate giving people because it always conjures up images of geeks in church basements mounting productions to celebrate the nativity: “I’m in a play.” And I also do not know in which nativity play Mary would go traipsing about in stilletoes and a mini-skirt.
Ignoring the weird look she's giving me, I let her know about my "matching" dilemna. That, she seemed to understand.
"Oh, well you know even though they are on sale, they aren't final sale. Just keep the receipt and you have 30 days to return them."
And that's how I ended up with the shoes for my class.
It's funny though, the reactions some people give you when you tell then that you are an actor. Like such a thing could not possibly exist in a city like Ottawa. And yet, here we are. We're not going away, so people better start getting used to it.
Labels: Always Training, The Actor
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