I’m still sick. I’m flying to LA tomorrow. Which, like, ya know, flying is my favorite thing to do in ANY PHYSICAL CONDITION, but flying while in the late stages of swine flu just sounds all the more fun. So, ya know: DREAD.
I’m flying to LA to shoot one of those ubiquitous LA pilots. It’s about gossip, and it’s a talk show. That’s about all I know. I’ve been through this several times before with several different production studios. They bring in about a billion gossip bloggers from around the country, 99% of whom have zero on-camera experience. They don’t tell you much more than a call time (7:30 am FTW) and vague suggestions on how you should dress (”no green”) and then they ask you to bring topics to talk about. And then once the camera goes on, one horrible, amateurish person monopolizes every second on camera and won’t let anyone else get a word in edgewise because THIS IS THEIR BIG BREAK AND THEY MUST SEIZE IT AND OWN IT and the end result is that there’s no chemistry between the on-air talent and the show looks like crap and doesn’t get picked up. But maybe this time will be different. Or maybe I’m just negative because I’m still sick and the thought of getting on an airplane tomorrow and then again the next day is quite a lot to handle. And I feel like I agreed to do this while I was still very sick and not thinking clearly at all and I really should have said “No, thanks.” But then I would have regretted missing out on a potentially fun opportunity. See my conundrum?
Maybe I need to be grateful that like ZOMG someone’s flying me out to LA to shoot a TV show, and really how many people get to say that during their lives. I remember how excited I was the first time it happened, and how much fun I had. I’m jaded now. I’m sure I’ll have fun once I get there. Maybe. I’m just praying that I wake up with a completely new attitude. Because this one is ungrateful and stinky and no fun at all.
