Remember the day that the electricity went out at my house? Remember I could not take a shower and went to school in a lime green dress and a pair of tights with a hole on the thigh because I got dressed in the dark?
Other than the electricity being out (a transformer blew, by the way), nothing remarkable happened that day.
Oh! Unless you count the fact that one of my students filmed my lecture to be included in a movie he was filming.
I thought nothing of the filming; my students are always coming up with crazy plans and wacky schemes and I play along for my own entertainment and their benefit. I had been sending kids down for weeks to be extras in Andre's film and when he showed up with the video camera to film my lecture, I played along in my lime green dress and tights with a hole on the thigh and hair that hadn't been washed. I did a horrible job and figured that Andre would cut me right on out of the film.
(I really did a horrible job. I got camera shy and kept looking at the camera and asking Andre if I was doing what he wanted me to do. And, should I just sit right here? And, am I talking loudly enough? And, can you see the hole in my tights?)
Anyway, tonight was the premier of Andre's film, Notes, and Will and I went to the theater to check it out. I didn't know what to expect, but I certainly did not expect a packed house, over 300 people in the school theater.
We settled into our seats and the film teacher got up and started saying how Andre was the best film maker the school had ever seen and how amazing he is and blah blah blah, and Andre stood up and looked totally like an indie film maker in his Converse and jeans and shirt and tie, and then the film started and right there in the opening credits MY NAME APPEARED. Which meant I was going to SPEAK IN THE FILM. Which, holy shit, I had totally forgotten about that day of filming.
My scene came up in the first five minutes. Somehow I did not look like a total moron, which is credited entirely to Andre and his excellent editing skills. Also, you could not see the hole in my tights, although one of my students approached me after the movie and said, "Mrs. Wallace, that was totally the day you had the hole in your tights!" Yes, thank you.
The film, a horror/thriller piece, is being entered in some indie film festivals--it is THAT good, really--and I am going to ask Andre if I can reshoot my scene, this time wearing something a little less lime and a little more J. Crew. If not, I'll spend the rest of my life stuck in an indie film with a lime green dress and a hole in my tights and, although nobody will ever know, I will be fully aware that I had not taken a shower that day.
But at least I made the credits. Email me your address if you want an autograph, darlings.