Almost Almost Famous

Fridays are the best days to daydream, aren't they? Especially when you're all alone in the office with no deadlines pressing, no projects due. That's right, I'm totally unsupervised, which makes it the right time for: How I Become Famous a friday daydream by jami I've always known I was meant to be famous, I'm just made for it. One day, I'll be somewhere with my friends, somewhere that people laugh a lot: an amusement park, a bar, Dave & Busters. I'll be regaling the group with one of my trademark stories, commanding the attention of all around. Everyone will be so rapt by my story we won't notice the stranger who inches closer, watching me with a thoughtful expression. Later, when we're all in smaller groups, twos and threes, chatting, he'll approach me, and - It's Joss Whedon! He's surprised that I recognize him, and he explains that I'm perfect for a part the movie he's about to film in Pittsburgh. It's not the lead - it's the best friend. You know, the Rob Reiner in Sleepless in Seattle, the Tom Arnold in True Lies. Well, how could I pass that up? I take the rest of my vacation from work and report to Costumes and Make-up as scheduled. Now, having been an extra already (in a movie so bad I won't even name it here). I know that the work isn't glamorous. It's boring and repetitive, but I get to meet a few big names, uh, let's say Sandra Bullock (she seems like she'd be nice) and William Shatner (because he's William Shatner). I have a good time, get a nice pile of cash (and my SAG card), and have a new good story to tell. I'm happy. Of course, my performance is so fun and nuanced that I get tons of offers. I take a few here and there. I don't want to be the Next Big Thing, just work now and then on stuff I like. I do a few more, enough that I can make a stipulation that if you want me, you gotta pay for the Husband and Eddie to come with. I'm one of those actors that people see on the street and say "Aren't you . . .uh . . ..somebody?" Most days I just say "Nope." but when in need of a Famous Moment I say "Why yes, I was in . . ." sign a few autographs and have my picture taken with people. That's it, that's all I want. Don't need any Oscars or Emmys or People's Choice Awards (though I'd certainly accept them graciously). Don't want to be big enough to be tabloid fodder or the subject of "Before They Were Famous" documentaries. Just a few parts in a few movies or TV shows. Maybe be invited onto Conan once. Permanent (sort-of) proof that I existed. Happy Friday everyone, have a great weekend.