Well, it turns out I need attention.
My loved ones (my dad especially) have always said that I need attention to breathe.That attention was my oxygen.
I used to laugh when they’d say this becauase hey, it was just a little harmless joke right? haha, so funny, yaaaay I get it!
Turns out that this is no joke.
Last week, someone “scouted” me at a bar to be an extra on a photo shoot….I was flattered. “Me? No… I’m not a model, but sure I’ll be on your photo shoot!”. Awesome.
Today was the day. I got to the shoot, and was so excited!! The food layout was spectacular, the trailers were sparkling and there was even a special wardrobe and makeup trailer.
Yet, for some reason, I was never invited into said wardrobe and makeup trailer. I tried looking longingly at people as they passed through it but alas, I was told that I would not need hair and makeup. This struck me as odd but as shooting commenced, it only got worse.
As the photographer began placing the 4 extras around the “principal” (this means the main model - I learned a lot today), I was shocked by the lack of focus on me. I mean, I know I was cast as an “extra” for this shoot, but I coulda made it extra great!
I tried helping them out by slowly working my way into the main frame, but was repeatedly rebuffed by the photographer and sent back to my mark. I don’t want to spread rumours or anything, but I’m pretty sure she’s an antisemite… and maybe a racist.
As the day wore on, and the photographer got various shots of the back of my head, the side of my shoulder, and, a feature of my left hand, I was also scolded by the PA because my giant teeth were reflecting too much light.
Looking back on the afternoon, I would say the biggest problem was the clear (and possibly racist) lack of attention on me. I understand that this is who I am. I do need attention to breathe. And I do embrace this.