Why I Will Never Have A Girlfriend: A Filmmaker’s Perspective (Menage A Trois of 5)

THE ACTOR’S METHOD

 

“What’s My Motivation?”…

 

….would make great name for a game show.  Often times you will come across that phrase in acting classes or on an actual movie set. It’s a very stereotypical phrase, but it’s one that still hold up in today’s world. As an actor, you need to, in a sense, become your character. The words are on the page, but that person is represented by you. Actors and actresses must be able to adapt to any role, no matter how challenging or taxing on their mind. This is why auditions are such an important process. You have to become that role in the eyes of the audience (or in this particular case, the casting people). Any idiot with enough time and/or money on their hands can go to ‘acting class’. But as the saying goes, “learn by doing”.

Five years ago, I learned that lesson the hard way.

I was still in high school at the time. It was my senior year, so I was psyched that I could finally leave the horrible school I was in. My life in high school was pretty much nonexistent. I had a handful of friends that I hung out with, my grades were suffering, and home life was no better. I didn’t really talk to anyone at my school, and even then, it was just to tel them to leave me alone. In fact, this was my second high school that I was in, because I left the first one. I would talk about it, but I try to block it out of my head. That’s how horrible it was.

Anyway, I couldn’t wait to leave. I planned on keeping a low profile in order to make certain that I was able to graduate. Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I couldn’t do the work; it’s just that i couldn’t concentrate on doing it. It is kind of hard to concentrate when everything in your life is against you, but I’m getting off-track. I hated every single one of my classes except one; drama.

Due to the school scheduling I only went to drama class every other day, but it was always at the end of the day, so I had something to look forward to at the end of my miserable day. I loved everything about that class; the small size, my classmates, the fact that my teacher was smart (and pretty), and that she was young (and pretty).  It was the only time that I was truly happy. I could write, act, goof around, and generally be the closest thing that I could ever be to myself.

It is in this class that I met Starbuck (for the sake of the story,we’ll call her that). Starbuck was beautiful. Some would say she was stunning if they ever met her. She was in my class, but I didn’t really talk to her until about 2-3 months after the school year started. We had been paired up together for an assignment, a task that required us to be separated into groups.

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