I secretly think I would be a really good actor. I'm pretty sure I can cry on demand. I'm very open, emotionally, and can tap into those emotions should I need them. Take the olympics, for example. I totally get choked up when I watch someone win and they cry & bask in the joy and glory at achieving their lifelong dream. I also cry and my heart breaks when someone trips or falls or knocks over a hurdle and in one split second, their dreams are shattered. Heart wrenching. I can hardly watch. Don't you think it's weird when they film them having their private moment crying in the corner? I'm like, "stop filming them! go away!" So sad. (sidenote: Sean just called me over to have me watch the Chinese diver who was behind and scored four 10s out of seven, and got the gold and was crying and i totally got teary. Maybe I'm just a big wuss is all it is. But anyway.) But one time I was telling the story of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and decided to get choked up about it (but not seriously) and i think I managed to cry when i got to the part about Chief and smothering what's-his-name with a pillow and then jumping out the window, and my family stared at me and thought i was being serious but when I said ha ha, just kidding, they were like, what the crap, you are crazy. And maybe i am, but they believed me, is my point.
Recently a friend of mine was filming a movie he wrote and I begged to be in it. He let me be the waitress and I got a speaking part and everything. I think I was extremely lame but it was super cool & fun to see how a movie is filmed and chatted with the crew. It was a really fun environment. One cool thing was he filmed my scene facing a mirror so you only see my reflection. That's fun.
When I was young I was in a couple of plays. I had small roles but I feel that they were imperative to the play and I really brought something to my character. The first was that of "fireman #2" in The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. I think I yelled, "hurry!" and I grabbed the hose when #1 said, "grab the hose!" You try running, saying a part, and grabbing a hose on cue all whilst wearing super heavy and hot fireman clothes. But I could do it. And I know I was believable.
Around that same time I auditioned for and got the part of "winged monkey #2." And after #1 said, "Is it true?" I said, "Is she really dead?" I believe that my performance was really impactful & I touched the audience with my convincing portrayal of a disbelieving enslaved winged monkey in shock, upon discovery of his dead wicked witch overlord who kept him captive for so many years.
When I was in college I auditioned for a play at the Hale Theatre. Yes, that's right. I didn't tell anyone this for years. I didn't get the part but I did get a call-back. In the end the part went to a pretty, more experienced girl. But I was pleased that I tried. Plus, hanging around those actors REALLY weirded me out. They are freaks. What is up with people who always talk as if they have an audience? I would have a conversation with some of them and constantly be wanting to look over my shoulder and say, "I'm sorry, is this.. are you practicing right now? Is someone else watching us?" Freaks. But it's alright. They're practicing their craft.
I'm also pretty good at improv, but that is a story for another day...