What a privilege it is to be an actor. To be doing what I love to do. Or so most of them say when accepting an award at a swanky dinner to which he or she was most probably dressed by the latest fashion protégé or long established fashion house. Who are you wearing today? journalists ask. Oh, Versace, Tom Ford, Givenchy. The actors reel off the name one by one on the red carpet with glee having just been flicked at by hundreds of cameras and screamed at by adoring fans who will brave any weather for a few seconds’ glimpse of their hero. All this after being chauffeured from an exclusive five star hotel. What a privilege indeed. A privilege that doesn’t come without hard work of course. I watch all of these awards shows late at night with fascination and excitement with my own idea of who should win and who shouldn’t even if I have to wake up early for my morning shift at the restaurant.
This spoon is filthy, can I have another one please? You ordered the wrong dessert for the couple, please concentrate! Hey, can you please clean the candle holders when you have a sec? I almost always answer with a ‘sure’ and a ‘yes, of course’ because saying ‘no’ would be bad service or ‘uncooperative team work’ . So, I will play the compliant support role until the shift ends and I finally breathe the outside air and drink the cold beer I have in my hand to relax and calm….. wait, If I happen to have an audition the next day, I will just take some water home with me to avoid getting tipsy so the cold beer and it’s dizzying effect is a privilege that will have to wait for one more day at least. I need all my senses at their peak for the audition room just as much as I need them for the restaurant, memory of course being one of the most important.