Mystery woman

Another post featuring my first day at the SS studio.

On that day, I was doing very well in class. SS remarked on how confident I seemed. He also remarked how talented, and knowledgeable of comedy, I was.

An older woman was sitting in the first row, not participating. She had been given a special introduction to SS quietly before the class started, and just seemed to be observing.

At the lunch break, she asked about my background. I told her about my improv, making it seem like more than a month of performance. She was kind, but seemed distant, almost professional.

At the next break, she asked for my info to contact me. I didn't know what she would be contacting me for, so I asked if she wanted my agents info. She said no, just yours. I gave it.

Then, she left. Some of the other students asked who she was, and I said I had no idea.

That was the last I heard of her... or so I thought.

Earlier this week, one of the girls in my acting class asked me if I would help her with a reading. She had written a script, a low budget film, and it had producers, and now a possible distribution deal. She and her co-writer, the director, were going to stage a reading for the other producers to see if the script needed fixing, and how all would flow.

I said I would do it, thinking that if I did my part well, maybe they would offer me the role.

I got the script last night, and read half of it before bed, and the other half over coffee this morning. It was funny, not hilarious, but funny. All about a fake reality TV show. I was assigned a small role, but there really wasn't any other role that suited me.

I arrived at the house, out in the valley. A nice ranch house, well decorated from what I could tell through the picture window. Rang the bell.

An older woman answered. We shook hands and I introduced myself. She stopped me.

Oh, my God. You're from the sitcom thing, she said.

Oh, you saw the sitcom competition?

What, no. I mean that day long class. The intensive!

Suddenly, I knew who she was. She was the mystery woman from that day. The director of this film!

She said she had taken down my info because she wanted me in this film, and now here I was.

We laughed about it. My heart was beating too hard.

She asked what role I was reading, and I told her. Oh, you're funnier than that role.

I told her I didn't think any other role suited me. She thought about it, and said, let's see.

We did the reading. It went well. Many people. Long event. Tiring.

Afterwards, I thanked her, and gave her one of my new resumes.

Huh.

Let's see.