June 11, 2013
Filming started today on National Graphic Channel's Killing Kennedy.
My call time was 8:30...or a 5 or 10 minutes earlier if possible. So of course I was there at 8. Always early. Never late. It's how I roll.
I arrived wearing my 1960's white shirt, black pants with no pleats and the skinniest black tie I could find. My outfit was the result of running around town for four days. I was clean shaven and had all my required identification. Upon arrival I walked over to the wardrobe trailer where I was immediately handed my costume for the day. Surgical scrubs.
Isn't that just the way? Guess I could always go as Agent K for Halloween.
I was directed to a trailer...not mine...but a trailer marked 'MEN'S DRESSING ROOM' (no chances of bumping into Rob Lowe in there) where I could change clothes. I changed into my scrubs-at least I would be comfortable and waited to be brought to set with the other background actors who had been cast as doctors or orderlies or nurses.
Finally enough of us had arrived so we could be brought to the set. We walked as an excited little group, our eyes darting side to side as we scanned the parking lot and large trailers off to the left with the hopes of spotting one of the stars of the shoot.
I did get sight of the actor who will be playing Lyndon Johnson because he looked just like Lyndon Johnson.
We made our way around Richmond Memorial Hospital would be doubling as Parkland Memorial Hospital. We were abruptly stopped and directed by a production assistant to be quiet because a scene was being shot just ahead.
It was the scene in which The President's limousine arrives at Parkland.
I noticed several vintage cars around the lot.
Among all the chaotic action being shot before us, I could see actress Ginnifer Goodwin (ABC'S Once Upon A Time) as Jackie Kennedy. She was seated in the limo surrounded by Secret Service Agents and orderlies and nurses. Goodwin was in that oh-so-famous pink suit and hat Jackie was wearing on that fateful day. She was also splattered with fake blood.
There was a flurry of activity as cameras and lights and bodies danced in and out of one another. The director, Nelson McCormick shouted "Cut!" and "Action!" several times and then the scene was wrapped.
And no. Rob Lowe was not in the limousine. His body double was though.
Anyway...
After the scene was wrapped and everyone was happy with the shots, we were allowed to continue our journey to the HOLDING AREA. Here we would sit and wait for further instructions. I noticed the other background actors in the period hospital uniforms. Someone had done a really good job of casting and with costumes. The nurses, orderlies and policemen all looked as though they had just walked out of a time machine from the 1960's.
I was starting to dig this whole thing.
We were led inside to a small room with folding chairs and told to stay put. The women from HAIR and MAKEUP came in to evaluate us and decide how much or how little work we needed.
Now, for those of you who know me or have seen me on the streets or standing in front of bright lights, you know I'm a pale man. I used to have color. I just don't know what happened to it. With one look at me the two women makeup artists decided they needed to tone down my pastiness a little. A little. Which is a nice way of saying "We don't want you to be translucent."
So there I sat in the director's style chair being dabbed at with a little sponge. I even had my sideburns, which I thought were the appropriate length but weren't, trimmed.
Then it was time to wait.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
As I would soon discover, waiting is the Number One Activity on a movie set. Waiting and standing at the craft services table trying to decide between the plain M&M's and peanut M&M's.
For the record, I like to mix the two. I know. I'm a rebel.
The scene we were shooting today involved the moments when JFK was brought into the trauma room after being shot by Oswald. Having read several accounts of this time, those moments were chaotic and dramatic. The President of the United States had been shot. Would you expect any less?
The surgical room we were shooting in was appropriately dressed in period equipment. There were trays of clamps and probes and other things which were alien to me.
The room, which was doubling as Trauma Room On, was a small room and, as we would soon discover, there was no air conditioning.
Goodie.
My fellow actors and I were directed to stand around the table. We were given notes like "lots of activity" and "lots of movement."
"Except you," said director Nelson McCormick towards me, "I want you to stay right where you are."
Goodie!
I was selected as Head Trauma Doctor. Head as in lead not as in head. Seeing as The President had been shot in the...well...now I'm not sure... anyway...I was directed to stand at the head-here we go again!-of the surgical table and to not leave. I would be in the shot the entire time.
I know what you're wondering and...no. We would not be trying to save Rob Lowe. We would be trying to save his stand-in. Apparently Rob Lowe hadn't arrived in Richmond yet.
I won't tell you how the scene was shot. You're going to have to watch when Killing Kennedy airs in November to coincide with the 50 Year Anniversary of the assassination. But I think it's going to be brilliant.
There were rehearsals and numerous takes.
All I can say is that by this time I was really glad I was in scrubs. As I mentioned, it was like a sauna in that small room...especially with all those bodies and lights. I was sweating. Sweating with a capital 'S.'
Luckily one of the nurse wiped my forehead every now and then. To add to the scene but also because I was dripping. All over the slain President. I like to tell myself it was Dallas and we were all panicking to save The President. There was probably some sweat somewhere. The fact that it was on my character's forehead was just a bonus for me.
When the director was satisfied with all the shots he needed we were instructed to go sit down in a long hallway.
The next shot we would film was the scene where we have pronounced The President dead. This was an extremely sad scene...heavy with emotion.
Heavy with fake blood as well.
A makeup artist spent the next few minutes spraying and dabbing us with a mixture of Karo syrup and red food coloring, a mixture that was not only delicious but quite realistic.
And sticky.
Holy cow! I mean...really?
After several minutes, after the fake blood had dried, we all discovered just how sticky we were. Sticky and bloody. Gee I hope I don't bump into Rob Lowe like this. That would just be awkward. And messy. And it would probably take several teamsters to pull us apart. Guess that's why they call them grips.
<rimshot>
for this scene, I found myself situated at the end of the surgical table, next to the actor playing a secret service agent and a distraught Jackie. It was a perfect three-shot. The First Lady, Clint Walker and then me, the Head Trauma Doctor. As an actor this was the spot to be. I was in a key shot. This would be the best opportunity for my close-up. I'm hoping they don't digitally replace me with a better looking actor.
Director Nelson McCormick gave us a few notes about how we needed to turn up the emotion for this scene. We had because despite our best efforts, we had allowed The President of the United States to die.
Yeah. You think you had a bad day.
I have to admit it was hard for me to cry. In the past I have been able to cry on cue. I was actually able to do it quite easily.
I would imagine every actor has triggers they use to make themselves cry. I have several. As terrible as it sounds I have imagined the loss of loved-ones and even beloved pets to bring up tears. Its gut-wrenching but it's part of the job.
This particular scene and the emotion required for each take, would prove to be a challenge for me. As I would soon discover it would not be as easy to cry on cue take after take. I have no doubt there was emotion on my face but there were no rolling tears.
I like to tell myself everyone reacts differently to such situations. As the Head of Trauma, I continue to tell myself, I would be upset...devastated because I had not been able to save The President...but I tell myself that this man would remain stoic.
Tears or no tears, the emotion in the room was tangible. Take after take we all mustered our emotions and mourned the loss of The President. Well. The loss of The President's stand-in that is.
Sorry folks.
No Rob Lowe once again.
Camera angles were worked out. We rehearsed and rehearsed. Lights were adjusted. Make up was touched up.
I was spritzed with water because I didn't look sweaty enough. Me! Not sweaty enough! That just makes me laugh.
This time around, because the number of people increased by about twelve and you could have baked a potato in the cramped space, an air conditioning unit was brought in to ensure no one fainted. I'm pretty sure it was because there was a lead actor in the room.
I don't do well in heat. I'm like a snowman without the carrot nose. I don't care who it was for because the cool air felt wonderful.
After about thirty minutes, Nelson McCormick walked in and said, "Ladies and gentlemen..."
<drum roll>
<Director steps aside letting a handsome man in a suit to step into the room>
"...Rob Lowe."
HOLY St. Elmo's Fire EVERYONE!
IT'S ROB freakin' LOWE!
And he's standing right next to me!
I went to extend my hand to introduce myself, but a voice in the back of my head reminded me: "Sticky. You're sticky. Don't get Rob Lowe sticky."
Before I continue this part of the story, let me just say that Rob Lowe is one good looking man.
I can say that. I'm comfortable with making that statement and will fight any man who may disagree. As a married, heterosexual man I can say proudly that Rob Lowe is as good looking as you imagine him to be. Shorter, but good looking.
That's the way it is, though with celebrities. They're all shorter than you would imagine them to be. Brad Pitt? 5'2. I know. Right? Just crazy.
Anyway, I'm standing as close to Rob Lowe as you can stand to another man without being awkward.
Before I can say anything, he looks at me and in his best JFK says, nodding to the double on the table before us: "How I'm doing?" Without thinking (THANK YOU improv comedy training!) I replied: "You didn't make it." He quickly followed with, "Damn."
There was a little twinkle in his eyes. His gorgeous...blue...ey...
Anywaaaaay!
So there I was with Rob Lowe dressed as John F. Kennedy. I'm covered in blood and we're joking around a little. Not a bad way to spend the morning.
Then the magical moment was over. Rob Lowe left the room. He told us we all looked great and to have a fun shoot. Or something like that. My brain had completely shut down by then. He could have said "Try the veal. It's delicious" and we all would have just smiled and said 'Okay Rob. Whatever you say."
I mean...come on! It's Rob freakin' Lowe. If he told you to try the veal are you telling me you wouldn't?
Uh huh. That's what I thought.
One important thing I learned from this scene and as an actor...a novice actor...I would like to pass this little nugget along to anyone aspiring to be a film actor.
If you have been dressed as a surgeon and are wearing rubber gloves caked with fake, sticky movie blood, don't ever put your hands together.
It was a lesson we all learned in the hour or so we shot the death of The President.
As the actor playing the priest performed The Last Rites, I lowered my head, whispered 'Amen' to myself and placed one hand over the other. It's what I have done during such moments in my real life and felt natural. I went with the instinct.
When McCormick shouted 'Cut!" I tried to separate my hands and found I couldn't. They were stuck together. I peeled them slowly apart in an effort to not rip the rubber gloves.
All I can is that the sound was similar to that of the world's largest velcro wallet being opened. Soon the room was filled with the ripping sound of sticky rubber gloves being pulled apart. Seems I wan't the only one.
Back to business.
We wrapped around our very emotional scene.
We hung around as subsequent scenes were shot just in case we were needed. There were some additional shots from other angles. Each shot required rehearsals and a few takes. We were instructed to remain very still and very quiet.
There would be the shout of "QUIET ON THE SET!" echoing down the empty halls of old Richmond Memorial Hospital.
Someone would shout "SOUND ROLLING!" and then someone else would repeat the same. Then the director would shout "ACTION!"
Just that word alone when you're on set gets your blood going.
I stood quietly in a darkened room, out of camera shot. trying to pull myself together and exorcise the emotional demons I had drudged up to look devastated during my big scene. Like I said, all actors have their triggers. Mine are painful and effective.
I did, during the last take, manage tears. I wasn't gushing, but one or two tears did roll down my cheeks. I would like to thank my friend Terry-a talented actress and great crier-for inspiring me and sharing her energy. Thanks Terry.
After a while the assistant director told us we were wrapped.
Done for the day! My adventure-my first big Hollywood adventure was about to end.
My fellow actors and I went back to The Holding Area and gathered our personal items and headed back to wardrobe to turn in our costumes. Our bloody, sticky costumes. There's a thankless job.
So let me thank you now. Thank you costume folks and makeup folks for your hard work, dedication and patience.
I changed clothes, turned in my paperwork so I could get paid and headed to the car. I said goodbye to my trauma team and the other actors I had met throughout the day.
It was so surreal to see the Secret Service agents in their street clothes after seeing them all day in their black suits...surreal to see them go from Secret Service agent to guy in shorts, goofy t-shirt and flip-flops.
I sat in my car and reflected on the day's events. It was a great experience. I know not all my experiences will be like this. I'm grateful that my first was such an easy, no-drama one. It was an adventure. One that I hope keeps moving forward.
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the long driveway. I spotted a large movie light and thought it would make a cool shot for my scrapbook. And by scrapbook I mean the album on Facebook I would create.
I parked and walked over to the large light that was about twelve feet tall, trying to figure out the best angle. I finally decided directly underneath it would be the best shot. Clear blue sky overhead. Yeah. It would be a cool shot.
As I was holding my Iphone under the light, I heard a voice say" That should be a cool shot."
"That's what I thou-" I replied as I slowly stood, straightening my body and seeing...
HOLY WEST WING EVERYONE!
IT'S ROB freakin' LOWE!
AGAIN!
And he's standing right next to me!
AGAIN!
It did take me a second to compose myself I have to admit.
Then he spoke again, "You done for the day?"
(Oh my God! Rob Lowe is going to ask me to grab a beer!)
"I am. Sorry. You didn't make it and I'm wrapped."
(Yeah. That's right Rob Lowe. I said 'wrapped' I know movie terminology!)
I'm such an idiot.
"Well, better luck next time."
"Enjoy your time in Richmond," I said smiling, "I hope the shoot goes well."
(Or something like that)
"Thanks. Thanks very much," says Mr. Rob Lowe.
Then he was gone. He and his gorgeous, blue...ey...
Anywaaay...
He walked into the horizon sipping his bottle of water.
Then he was gone.
I got into my car and headed home. Happy. Satisfied. Proud.
I conducted myself professionally and did as I was told. I acted to the best of my abilities and think I delivered as my character.
I can't wait to see how it all comes together.
Filming started today on National Graphic Channel's Killing Kennedy.
My call time was 8:30...or a 5 or 10 minutes earlier if possible. So of course I was there at 8. Always early. Never late. It's how I roll.
I arrived wearing my 1960's white shirt, black pants with no pleats and the skinniest black tie I could find. My outfit was the result of running around town for four days. I was clean shaven and had all my required identification. Upon arrival I walked over to the wardrobe trailer where I was immediately handed my costume for the day. Surgical scrubs.
Isn't that just the way? Guess I could always go as Agent K for Halloween.
I was directed to a trailer...not mine...but a trailer marked 'MEN'S DRESSING ROOM' (no chances of bumping into Rob Lowe in there) where I could change clothes. I changed into my scrubs-at least I would be comfortable and waited to be brought to set with the other background actors who had been cast as doctors or orderlies or nurses.
Finally enough of us had arrived so we could be brought to the set. We walked as an excited little group, our eyes darting side to side as we scanned the parking lot and large trailers off to the left with the hopes of spotting one of the stars of the shoot.
I did get sight of the actor who will be playing Lyndon Johnson because he looked just like Lyndon Johnson.
We made our way around Richmond Memorial Hospital would be doubling as Parkland Memorial Hospital. We were abruptly stopped and directed by a production assistant to be quiet because a scene was being shot just ahead.
It was the scene in which The President's limousine arrives at Parkland.
I noticed several vintage cars around the lot.
T
Big and gorgeous and with fins. Just the way cars are supposed to be made. Among all the chaotic action being shot before us, I could see actress Ginnifer Goodwin (ABC'S Once Upon A Time) as Jackie Kennedy. She was seated in the limo surrounded by Secret Service Agents and orderlies and nurses. Goodwin was in that oh-so-famous pink suit and hat Jackie was wearing on that fateful day. She was also splattered with fake blood.
There was a flurry of activity as cameras and lights and bodies danced in and out of one another. The director, Nelson McCormick shouted "Cut!" and "Action!" several times and then the scene was wrapped.
And no. Rob Lowe was not in the limousine. His body double was though.
Anyway...
After the scene was wrapped and everyone was happy with the shots, we were allowed to continue our journey to the HOLDING AREA. Here we would sit and wait for further instructions. I noticed the other background actors in the period hospital uniforms. Someone had done a really good job of casting and with costumes. The nurses, orderlies and policemen all looked as though they had just walked out of a time machine from the 1960's.
I was starting to dig this whole thing.
We were led inside to a small room with folding chairs and told to stay put. The women from HAIR and MAKEUP came in to evaluate us and decide how much or how little work we needed.
Now, for those of you who know me or have seen me on the streets or standing in front of bright lights, you know I'm a pale man. I used to have color. I just don't know what happened to it. With one look at me the two women makeup artists decided they needed to tone down my pastiness a little. A little. Which is a nice way of saying "We don't want you to be translucent."
So there I sat in the director's style chair being dabbed at with a little sponge. I even had my sideburns, which I thought were the appropriate length but weren't, trimmed.
Then it was time to wait.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
As I would soon discover, waiting is the Number One Activity on a movie set. Waiting and standing at the craft services table trying to decide between the plain M&M's and peanut M&M's.
For the record, I like to mix the two. I know. I'm a rebel.
The scene we were shooting today involved the moments when JFK was brought into the trauma room after being shot by Oswald. Having read several accounts of this time, those moments were chaotic and dramatic. The President of the United States had been shot. Would you expect any less?
The surgical room we were shooting in was appropriately dressed in period equipment. There were trays of clamps and probes and other things which were alien to me.
The room, which was doubling as Trauma Room On, was a small room and, as we would soon discover, there was no air conditioning.
Goodie.
My fellow actors and I were directed to stand around the table. We were given notes like "lots of activity" and "lots of movement."
"Except you," said director Nelson McCormick towards me, "I want you to stay right where you are."
Goodie!
I was selected as Head Trauma Doctor. Head as in lead not as in head. Seeing as The President had been shot in the...well...now I'm not sure... anyway...I was directed to stand at the head-here we go again!-of the surgical table and to not leave. I would be in the shot the entire time.
I know what you're wondering and...no. We would not be trying to save Rob Lowe. We would be trying to save his stand-in. Apparently Rob Lowe hadn't arrived in Richmond yet.
I won't tell you how the scene was shot. You're going to have to watch when Killing Kennedy airs in November to coincide with the 50 Year Anniversary of the assassination. But I think it's going to be brilliant.
There were rehearsals and numerous takes.
All I can say is that by this time I was really glad I was in scrubs. As I mentioned, it was like a sauna in that small room...especially with all those bodies and lights. I was sweating. Sweating with a capital 'S.'
Luckily one of the nurse wiped my forehead every now and then. To add to the scene but also because I was dripping. All over the slain President. I like to tell myself it was Dallas and we were all panicking to save The President. There was probably some sweat somewhere. The fact that it was on my character's forehead was just a bonus for me.
When the director was satisfied with all the shots he needed we were instructed to go sit down in a long hallway.
The next shot we would film was the scene where we have pronounced The President dead. This was an extremely sad scene...heavy with emotion.
Heavy with fake blood as well.
A makeup artist spent the next few minutes spraying and dabbing us with a mixture of Karo syrup and red food coloring, a mixture that was not only delicious but quite realistic.
And sticky.
Holy cow! I mean...really?
After several minutes, after the fake blood had dried, we all discovered just how sticky we were. Sticky and bloody. Gee I hope I don't bump into Rob Lowe like this. That would just be awkward. And messy. And it would probably take several teamsters to pull us apart. Guess that's why they call them grips.
<rimshot>
for this scene, I found myself situated at the end of the surgical table, next to the actor playing a secret service agent and a distraught Jackie. It was a perfect three-shot. The First Lady, Clint Walker and then me, the Head Trauma Doctor. As an actor this was the spot to be. I was in a key shot. This would be the best opportunity for my close-up. I'm hoping they don't digitally replace me with a better looking actor.
Director Nelson McCormick gave us a few notes about how we needed to turn up the emotion for this scene. We had because despite our best efforts, we had allowed The President of the United States to die.
Yeah. You think you had a bad day.
I have to admit it was hard for me to cry. In the past I have been able to cry on cue. I was actually able to do it quite easily.
I would imagine every actor has triggers they use to make themselves cry. I have several. As terrible as it sounds I have imagined the loss of loved-ones and even beloved pets to bring up tears. Its gut-wrenching but it's part of the job.
This particular scene and the emotion required for each take, would prove to be a challenge for me. As I would soon discover it would not be as easy to cry on cue take after take. I have no doubt there was emotion on my face but there were no rolling tears.
I like to tell myself everyone reacts differently to such situations. As the Head of Trauma, I continue to tell myself, I would be upset...devastated because I had not been able to save The President...but I tell myself that this man would remain stoic.
Tears or no tears, the emotion in the room was tangible. Take after take we all mustered our emotions and mourned the loss of The President. Well. The loss of The President's stand-in that is.
Sorry folks.
No Rob Lowe once again.
Camera angles were worked out. We rehearsed and rehearsed. Lights were adjusted. Make up was touched up.
I was spritzed with water because I didn't look sweaty enough. Me! Not sweaty enough! That just makes me laugh.
This time around, because the number of people increased by about twelve and you could have baked a potato in the cramped space, an air conditioning unit was brought in to ensure no one fainted. I'm pretty sure it was because there was a lead actor in the room.
I don't do well in heat. I'm like a snowman without the carrot nose. I don't care who it was for because the cool air felt wonderful.
After about thirty minutes, Nelson McCormick walked in and said, "Ladies and gentlemen..."
<drum roll>
<Director steps aside letting a handsome man in a suit to step into the room>
"...Rob Lowe."
HOLY St. Elmo's Fire EVERYONE!
IT'S ROB freakin' LOWE!
And he's standing right next to me!
I went to extend my hand to introduce myself, but a voice in the back of my head reminded me: "Sticky. You're sticky. Don't get Rob Lowe sticky."
Before I continue this part of the story, let me just say that Rob Lowe is one good looking man.
I can say that. I'm comfortable with making that statement and will fight any man who may disagree. As a married, heterosexual man I can say proudly that Rob Lowe is as good looking as you imagine him to be. Shorter, but good looking.
That's the way it is, though with celebrities. They're all shorter than you would imagine them to be. Brad Pitt? 5'2. I know. Right? Just crazy.
Anyway, I'm standing as close to Rob Lowe as you can stand to another man without being awkward.
Before I can say anything, he looks at me and in his best JFK says, nodding to the double on the table before us: "How I'm doing?" Without thinking (THANK YOU improv comedy training!) I replied: "You didn't make it." He quickly followed with, "Damn."
There was a little twinkle in his eyes. His gorgeous...blue...ey...
Anywaaaaay!
So there I was with Rob Lowe dressed as John F. Kennedy. I'm covered in blood and we're joking around a little. Not a bad way to spend the morning.
Then the magical moment was over. Rob Lowe left the room. He told us we all looked great and to have a fun shoot. Or something like that. My brain had completely shut down by then. He could have said "Try the veal. It's delicious" and we all would have just smiled and said 'Okay Rob. Whatever you say."
I mean...come on! It's Rob freakin' Lowe. If he told you to try the veal are you telling me you wouldn't?
Uh huh. That's what I thought.
One important thing I learned from this scene and as an actor...a novice actor...I would like to pass this little nugget along to anyone aspiring to be a film actor.
If you have been dressed as a surgeon and are wearing rubber gloves caked with fake, sticky movie blood, don't ever put your hands together.
It was a lesson we all learned in the hour or so we shot the death of The President.
As the actor playing the priest performed The Last Rites, I lowered my head, whispered 'Amen' to myself and placed one hand over the other. It's what I have done during such moments in my real life and felt natural. I went with the instinct.
When McCormick shouted 'Cut!" I tried to separate my hands and found I couldn't. They were stuck together. I peeled them slowly apart in an effort to not rip the rubber gloves.
All I can is that the sound was similar to that of the world's largest velcro wallet being opened. Soon the room was filled with the ripping sound of sticky rubber gloves being pulled apart. Seems I wan't the only one.
Back to business.
We wrapped around our very emotional scene.
We hung around as subsequent scenes were shot just in case we were needed. There were some additional shots from other angles. Each shot required rehearsals and a few takes. We were instructed to remain very still and very quiet.
There would be the shout of "QUIET ON THE SET!" echoing down the empty halls of old Richmond Memorial Hospital.
Someone would shout "SOUND ROLLING!" and then someone else would repeat the same. Then the director would shout "ACTION!"
Just that word alone when you're on set gets your blood going.
I stood quietly in a darkened room, out of camera shot. trying to pull myself together and exorcise the emotional demons I had drudged up to look devastated during my big scene. Like I said, all actors have their triggers. Mine are painful and effective.
I did, during the last take, manage tears. I wasn't gushing, but one or two tears did roll down my cheeks. I would like to thank my friend Terry-a talented actress and great crier-for inspiring me and sharing her energy. Thanks Terry.
After a while the assistant director told us we were wrapped.
Done for the day! My adventure-my first big Hollywood adventure was about to end.
My fellow actors and I went back to The Holding Area and gathered our personal items and headed back to wardrobe to turn in our costumes. Our bloody, sticky costumes. There's a thankless job.
So let me thank you now. Thank you costume folks and makeup folks for your hard work, dedication and patience.
I changed clothes, turned in my paperwork so I could get paid and headed to the car. I said goodbye to my trauma team and the other actors I had met throughout the day.
It was so surreal to see the Secret Service agents in their street clothes after seeing them all day in their black suits...surreal to see them go from Secret Service agent to guy in shorts, goofy t-shirt and flip-flops.
I sat in my car and reflected on the day's events. It was a great experience. I know not all my experiences will be like this. I'm grateful that my first was such an easy, no-drama one. It was an adventure. One that I hope keeps moving forward.
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the long driveway. I spotted a large movie light and thought it would make a cool shot for my scrapbook. And by scrapbook I mean the album on Facebook I would create.
I parked and walked over to the large light that was about twelve feet tall, trying to figure out the best angle. I finally decided directly underneath it would be the best shot. Clear blue sky overhead. Yeah. It would be a cool shot.
As I was holding my Iphone under the light, I heard a voice say" That should be a cool shot."
"That's what I thou-" I replied as I slowly stood, straightening my body and seeing...
HOLY WEST WING EVERYONE!
IT'S ROB freakin' LOWE!
AGAIN!
And he's standing right next to me!
AGAIN!
It did take me a second to compose myself I have to admit.
Then he spoke again, "You done for the day?"
(Oh my God! Rob Lowe is going to ask me to grab a beer!)
"I am. Sorry. You didn't make it and I'm wrapped."
(Yeah. That's right Rob Lowe. I said 'wrapped' I know movie terminology!)
I'm such an idiot.
"Well, better luck next time."
"Enjoy your time in Richmond," I said smiling, "I hope the shoot goes well."
(Or something like that)
"Thanks. Thanks very much," says Mr. Rob Lowe.
Then he was gone. He and his gorgeous, blue...ey...
Anywaaay...
He walked into the horizon sipping his bottle of water.
Then he was gone.
I got into my car and headed home. Happy. Satisfied. Proud.
I conducted myself professionally and did as I was told. I acted to the best of my abilities and think I delivered as my character.
I can't wait to see how it all comes together.
keeping it reel
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