My moment in a movie
Acting in film is completely foreign to me. As I repeated my scene about a dozen times, the camera crew changed positions, changed lenses, and angles. Preaching at the top my lungs, my voice was starting to get rather raw.
"You'll want to preserve your voice," said Lorne Cardinal, the star of film. "Keep your intention, but pull back on the intensity. That'll help."
I appreciated his advice, as my acting voice had not had a workout in at least a couple of years. It felt abused that night.
While Lorne and I had not met the last time he was in town shooting Gods Acre, we had connected via Twitter. I had painted his portrait as a small contribution to that project and had sent it to him as a gift.
"It's hanging up in my office," he said.
I stood up on this thing they called an apple box, belted out my preaching, as a million things I didn't understand happened around me. Director Kelton Stepanowich seemed to know exactly what he wanted, as did his cinematographer and production team. I was a tiny cog in that wheel, happy to focus on my preacher's speech and remain completely ignorant of what this was all going to look like when it gets released months down the road.
They got the final shot, I said my goodbyes, and walked home. My moment in a movie had passed.