Tonight’s topic is one that I have had in the back of my mind (maybe THAT is what is taking up the room where my memory for names/faces should be) for a long time. Today’s incident at the Film School sealed the deal.
Five years ago, when I started auditioning at the Film School, I didn’t know anyone. When I went in twice yearly to audition, there would be a new trio of faces behind the camera and directing the action. Over the last year and a half, I have been sufficiently involved that the faces behind the audition table are frequently ones that I have encountered on one project or several projects as the students cycle through the various responsibilities involved in making a film.
When Laura walked out to call me, I could mentally check off one face (and Facebook friend). Another young woman in the room is a student I have dealt with, but not someone I have worked with extensively so that interaction was okay with a “hey how are you?”. But the student behind the camera is a student I have worked with on enough films that I have lost count. I said, “Oh, I think you auditioned me last time.” He said, “No, I didn’t work auditions last time.” Backpedal, backpedal. I kind of brushed it off, naming the person who auditioned me last time. But I was still struggling to name this person.
But, as my experience today showed, I am far from being any kind of “memory champion”!
In the meantime, bear with me if I ask your name again (and again). And if you have a juicy role coming up in your film (or not juicy, just a role) (or a job trimming beer bottle labels for the breakaway beer bottles!), let’s face it, all you have to do is call my name.
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.
There are some days when I am on my game remembering a name-then there are other days, where it is sad, sad, and sad again.
The mystery has been solved because I fessed up and asked around. I then sent RICH WILLS a message inviting him to call me anything he wants in the future, including Peg, Prudence, Paloma, or my favorite (because it is my husband's ex-wife's name and I get called this all. the. time.) PAM.