Cinderelly: Before the Gown

I call today "acting class." There wasn't much use for me elsewhere, so I spent the majority of the day assisting the professional chef they've hired to prepare all our meals.

Chopping 40 onions prepared me for the sad scenes where I'll need to cry on cue. (This was an extremely painful experience.) Peeling 70 potatoes prepared me for my role as the cook in an upcoming army movie, and it undoubtedly improved the muscle tone in my left arm for my future role as a mountain climber. Making 85 tuna/pickle/something else sandwiches prepared me for having to make my "icky face"in whatever movie that's going to be. Sweeping the floors was undoubtedly practice for a movie about, um...dancing! Last but not least, doing dishes for 116 people -- twice -- made my hands silky soft, which will add to my credibility in future love scenes (ooh la la). See? It's all good. Oh, and I now know how to make an incredible dinner, and I'll be able to say that a professional chef named Marie-Louise taught me how to prepare it.

By the way, one of the directors who approached me last night about being in his film ended up going with the Australian girl, instead. Turns out her part actually did involve a love scene, so I don't mind not making my film debut that way. ("Mom and Dad, I, um, made a movie, but you'll need to cover your eyes...") Besides, my hands weren't silky soft yet. Lastly, let's face it -- you all know me -- I blush way too easily.

I'm supposed to be at another movie screening tonight, but I'm wiped out from three consecutive 14-hour days plus "acting class" today. Besides, I need my beauty rest for the movie I'm supposedly going to be in tomorrow. Bob (the director from Wisconsin) and I will likely collaborate on a film. Yay! It pays to be a Badger.

One of the other filmmakers approached me today to say, "I hope you don't mind, but I named the main character in my movie after you." I'm very flattered! Unless, of course, his main character is a crazy (dare I say) bee-yatch, in which case I don't appreciate it at all, and our similarities will end with the name. But for now, I really do. From my potato-peeling stance at the time, I asked him if he needed me to play myself in his film, but alas, he already hired someone else to portray my name.

I finally have some pictures of Montreal with the really awful disposable camera I used last weekend. I'm not in any of them because the model was also the photographer. Next time, I'll get more ambitious about asking random strangers to take my picture.

As an aside, for those of you who have asked for pictures of the models/actors, here you go. This is a small sample (not everyone is on this site), but I've met Christian, Charles-Olivier, Benoit, and Antoine.