you act in short films--and today was no different. The usual director you worked with needed a lead for a film about tennis. You had very little skill in the sport, but your director was insistent on casting you.

So now, a few weeks later, you were at the courts to rehearse just the scenes you were in.

They still filmed everything, the boom microphone hanging over your head.

And Art Donaldson just happens to have to train today. He freezes when he sees the cameras, mics, and above all, you.