Goodbye dignity - Hello work.
My mother signed me up to an interesting film-project; it has something to do with the Russian-Speaking-Canadians and getting all of the different age groups to cooperate with one another; such as 5-year-olds, 10-year-olds, teenagers and me.
The first session took place at Earl Bales, two weeks ago, around 4 kids showed up (including me); we were interviewed, yelled at by the director, complimented by the producer(?), and nerve wrecked by the camera’s glare.
The Director; whose name I currently cannot recall, was a nice man who had strong nerves to coop with all of the racket, loud people, and my immature and unprofessional emotional breakdowns. My best friend Victoria was there to give me some emotional support, and act along with me; she showed a lot of confidence and great potential!
My brother was forced to come along as well, and as it turns out; he had the best and the funniest advertisement! I was so proud of him after we reviewed the footage.
Now here comes the embarrassing part.
Session number 2 (October 16) consisted of getting lost in the road, roaming into the wrong apartment building, knocking on the wrong doors, pissing people off, and arriving late to the session (which took place in an apartment), followed by watching the embarrassing footage of myself- and my interview, ugh.
“Here is what we’ve made so far” the director said, turning on the television. An image flickered on the TV’s screen and music began playing. Everyone in the room stared at the video with anticipation. But unlike everyone else, I just wanted to crawl under the chair and die.
“Mom, do I have to watch this? I need to go to the bathroom” I whispered.
My mother gave me a dismissive glance and resumed to watching the video.
“Mom-“
“What?” she snapped, in English, “What is it Michelle? Can’t you see everybody’s watching? Just be quiet!”
There was no escaping from this one; when my mom snaps in English, you know that everybody else is aware of her anger, and they have this false impression of her being a calm and controlled person, thus assuming that it is my fault for irritating her. I bit my lower lip and remained silent after that.
My image flashed on the TV’s screen, I could hear myself talking to Victoria, nervously. Then, a moment later, my-recorded-self broke out into a song “Born This Way - by Lady GaGa”. I wanted to scream in terror and hide under my chair and hope that nobody recognizes my face. “Crap” I thought to myself.
“Oh my gosh, you sound terrible” my brother grinned in amusement, sitting beside me.
“You don’t have to remind me” I glare at him.
“Now you sound good” He commented a short moment later, as the image of me continued singing. His comment calmed me down a little and I gathered the guts to glance at the television screen as I wondered “How come I sound so different on my recordings? Why is my voice so odd?”
After a few minutes of other scenes (and my brother’s hilarious commercial), I couldn’t help but sigh in relief as the crowed began clapping. I must say, the movie was professionally made; and this is just the beginning.
I’m really eager to see what we’re going to do in the next session, ill force my friend, Sasha, to show up, and we’ll do a skit together using Improv!
I hope this film project will rock! Wish me luck!
The images used above do not belong to me, I do not claim any ownership or rights over it; they are used purely for visual representation (or which ever way you put it..).
The first session took place at Earl Bales, two weeks ago, around 4 kids showed up (including me); we were interviewed, yelled at by the director, complimented by the producer(?), and nerve wrecked by the camera’s glare.
The Director; whose name I currently cannot recall, was a nice man who had strong nerves to coop with all of the racket, loud people, and my immature and unprofessional emotional breakdowns. My best friend Victoria was there to give me some emotional support, and act along with me; she showed a lot of confidence and great potential!
My brother was forced to come along as well, and as it turns out; he had the best and the funniest advertisement! I was so proud of him after we reviewed the footage.
Now here comes the embarrassing part.
Session number 2 (October 16) consisted of getting lost in the road, roaming into the wrong apartment building, knocking on the wrong doors, pissing people off, and arriving late to the session (which took place in an apartment), followed by watching the embarrassing footage of myself- and my interview, ugh.
“Here is what we’ve made so far” the director said, turning on the television. An image flickered on the TV’s screen and music began playing. Everyone in the room stared at the video with anticipation. But unlike everyone else, I just wanted to crawl under the chair and die.
“Mom, do I have to watch this? I need to go to the bathroom” I whispered.
My mother gave me a dismissive glance and resumed to watching the video.
“Mom-“
“What?” she snapped, in English, “What is it Michelle? Can’t you see everybody’s watching? Just be quiet!”
There was no escaping from this one; when my mom snaps in English, you know that everybody else is aware of her anger, and they have this false impression of her being a calm and controlled person, thus assuming that it is my fault for irritating her. I bit my lower lip and remained silent after that.
My image flashed on the TV’s screen, I could hear myself talking to Victoria, nervously. Then, a moment later, my-recorded-self broke out into a song “Born This Way - by Lady GaGa”. I wanted to scream in terror and hide under my chair and hope that nobody recognizes my face. “Crap” I thought to myself.
“Oh my gosh, you sound terrible” my brother grinned in amusement, sitting beside me.
“You don’t have to remind me” I glare at him.
“Now you sound good” He commented a short moment later, as the image of me continued singing. His comment calmed me down a little and I gathered the guts to glance at the television screen as I wondered “How come I sound so different on my recordings? Why is my voice so odd?”
After a few minutes of other scenes (and my brother’s hilarious commercial), I couldn’t help but sigh in relief as the crowed began clapping. I must say, the movie was professionally made; and this is just the beginning.
I’m really eager to see what we’re going to do in the next session, ill force my friend, Sasha, to show up, and we’ll do a skit together using Improv!
I hope this film project will rock! Wish me luck!
The images used above do not belong to me, I do not claim any ownership or rights over it; they are used purely for visual representation (or which ever way you put it..).