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CSI Miami

September 25th, 2007

While I love car calls, I get nervous when they want my Viper. Not because I’m afraid something’s gonna happen to it or anything like that.

Because when they want the Viper, they want an upscale look and I’m just not an upscale person. I don’t own a lot of upscale clothes either. So, I never fit in on these calls and I get really, really nervous that I’m going to get yelled at for not being the kind of person they want even though I’ve got the kind of car they want.

And making things worse, apparently on this particular episode, they wanted us extras to bring yellow, green and white. If I wear green, it’s camouflage. If I wear yellow, it’s either a long skirt suit from 1986 (complete with shoulder pads like a football player) or a couple car T-shirts. If I wear white…well…more T-shirts again…or a long, draping polyester, late 70s-early 80s dress a la Dynasty, Falcon Crest or Dallas. Definitely not the look they wanted, of course.

This was one of those calls that really exploited a hole in my ginormous wardrobe and caused me great anxiety. Plus, I really need a haircut…

They had us all stand next to our cars so the Director could choose the people he wanted walking through frame. As soon as I heard that, I almost started doing gleeful cartwheels down the aisle of the parking structure. I wasn’t chosen. I didn’t have to go see the wardrobe, hair and makeup people. Yay for me! The weight of the world was thus removed from my shoulders.

Anyway, the call time was just barely before lunch, so they let us eat. That was nice of them. They really didn’t have to.

After lunch, our scenes were up so they had us shuffle our cars again. Mine was in the front.

Then they had me move it because they wanted to do this awesome dolly shot along the side of my car and sort of sweep into the scene. Cool! My car got a closeup. ‘Course that means I’ll never work the show ever again because my car has been seen, but whatever. I don’t want to come back anyway. I don’t fit in at all. The crew was great, but I’m just not what they were looking for and I know it. My car, however…was perfect.

And then not used the rest of the day.

I spent my time in holding, reading an awesome book called Medieval Lives by Terry Jones. I couldn’t put it down, but I wasn’t there long enough to finish it.

In the end, it was a pretty easy shoot even though I started off terrified about it. If you watch the show and see a silver Viper in a parking structure…that’s my car and I’ll likely be waiting for the DVD so I can get a couple screen captures to add to this entry!

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