I've been AWOL from blogging for a few days because I was doing my most-favoritest thing in the world instead: getting paid to act. Woo hoo! And it all happened because of that crazy day job of mine. Yes, I'm going to be pole dancing on TV. In an upcoming episode of "House." (Every time I say that, I have to do a happy dance around the room.)
It's not a huge role (I don't even talk) but I should end up with a nice bit of screen time because the doctors are talking about me. Without giving away any plot points (because I don't need Universal Television coming after my ass,) I play a stripper (on TV, Dad! I keep my clothes on!!) who gets recruited to come to a bachelor party for one of the characters. (Don't ask who -- see above threat of an expensive lawsuit.)
During the first rehearsal take for the strip club scene, I decided to throw a big fancy upside-down no-hands spinny pole trick (yes, I'm a show-off.) And the director told me to keep it ... so I got to do it about 30 more times, for continuity (6 different camera angles, 4-5 takes per angle.) I felt like I had polio the next day, but it was totally worth it.
In the second scene, at the bachelor party, they had me next to Peter Jacobson, who plays Dr. Taub, making him very uncomfortable. After the shot, the DP said, "We don't get many belly laughs on this show, but that was fucking funny." I'm praying like crazy that bit makes the final cut of the show.
So far, every single bit of this is beyond amazing. It was a very cool set (they aren't all like that) and I didn't even mind that the 6" heels for my costume chewed up my feet. What's the problem, then? This phone conversation that I had on my way to the set:
Me: I'm on my way to do 2 days on "House!"
Dad: I love that show! Are you one of the sick people?
Me: (long pause) ... no ... um ... you're gonna laugh (shit shit shit) ... I'm a stripper at a bachelor party?"
Dad: (cracking up -- thank dog)
It's not that I've done something that I'm ashamed of -- I would never have taken the role if I wasn't going to be proud of it. (Believe me, I've turned down a lot of similar roles, on much shadier productions.) But the discovery that everyone from my dad to my FIL-to-be to every single one of my cousins is going to see me in my underwear ... is a little embarrassing. I mean, my skirt was so short I was referring to it as my "butt ruffle." Ah, well.
At least I wasn't alone. I got to see Robert Sean Leonard, whom I've had a crush on ever since he broke my heart in "Dead Poet's Society," dance around the room in his underwear. Network TV ain't what it used to be.
(No air date yet. When I get one, there's a very good chance you'll hear about it.)