I found out that my friends who get gigs as extras get paid more than I do, a full-time worker at a nonprofit.
"Whaaaaaa," I said in awe. I mean, seriously?
If it were for money, I wouldn't have even applied to nonprofits. But the reality seemed somewhat ironic to me.
"Man, I should be an extra on the weekends."
"You should! But most productions don't film on the weekends."
"Ah. Fair enough. Makes perfect sense."
"You can still try. You never know."
Luke kindly instructed me, telling me the process of being one, and working as one. I was and am still hesitant, but thought, what the heck, it would be fun, at least. He told me where to go, and I downloaded the application form: Full legal name, union name, phones, sizes (bust/bra, waist, hips, dresses, pants, shoes), age range, etc. etc. I thought, geez, too much information! Not even my parents know all this. Then casually, "Will you do nude work?"
I still have to get used to this city.
