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How to Be a Really Famous Actor (And Other Acting Tips), Friday, Period 1
When the class had gathered, they could find Lucas leaning on his desk staring at his phone. He was speaking aloud as he typed, "this guy has wings. crazy right? lol."
After sending the image with that caption, he finally looked up. "Hey. 'Sup. I'd apologize for missing class last week, but I knew you'd be in good hands with my TA. You aren't all evil now, are you?" Lucas looked around for a moment. "Wait, that's still only funny to me. Oh well."
"Anyway, if you've learned anything so far this semester, it's that the main thing you're trying to achieve is an award. If you're a young up and comer like me, prizes at Sundance and the Toronto Film Festival for Let's Hope There's a Heaven are enough. Inside of two to three years, though, I'll need a Golden Globe or some members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association are getting a visit. With my career trajectory, I'd be happy with a Lead Actor Oscar by the time I'm 34, or a Supporting Actor before then, you know, if I want to slum it for some praise. I have my speeches all written already." And yes, they all involved him skateboarding to the stage, doing some tricks, and then swooping either the girl with the statue or the female presenter off the stage, depending on which was more attractive.
"But for your standard win, you probably want to thank God, your spouse, any kids you might acknowledge in the press, your mom but not necessarily your dad, coworkers, blah blah blah. Maybe cry. People love that crap. But don't be afraid to go off the standard script. It makes you more memorable if you ignore all those people and just make the moment be all about you. They'll love you. They'll really love you." Yes, he was implying that Sally Field was evil, just like him.
"So if you couldn't figure it out by now, you're an idiot and should start thinking about a GED because you're not getting a diploma. Get up here and give an acceptance speech. Oh!" Lucas said, snapping his fingers twice. "But before that, tell us who you're wearing. Give us some red carpet action. Then do your speech."
After sending the image with that caption, he finally looked up. "Hey. 'Sup. I'd apologize for missing class last week, but I knew you'd be in good hands with my TA. You aren't all evil now, are you?" Lucas looked around for a moment. "Wait, that's still only funny to me. Oh well."
"Anyway, if you've learned anything so far this semester, it's that the main thing you're trying to achieve is an award. If you're a young up and comer like me, prizes at Sundance and the Toronto Film Festival for Let's Hope There's a Heaven are enough. Inside of two to three years, though, I'll need a Golden Globe or some members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association are getting a visit. With my career trajectory, I'd be happy with a Lead Actor Oscar by the time I'm 34, or a Supporting Actor before then, you know, if I want to slum it for some praise. I have my speeches all written already." And yes, they all involved him skateboarding to the stage, doing some tricks, and then swooping either the girl with the statue or the female presenter off the stage, depending on which was more attractive.
"But for your standard win, you probably want to thank God, your spouse, any kids you might acknowledge in the press, your mom but not necessarily your dad, coworkers, blah blah blah. Maybe cry. People love that crap. But don't be afraid to go off the standard script. It makes you more memorable if you ignore all those people and just make the moment be all about you. They'll love you. They'll really love you." Yes, he was implying that Sally Field was evil, just like him.
"So if you couldn't figure it out by now, you're an idiot and should start thinking about a GED because you're not getting a diploma. Get up here and give an acceptance speech. Oh!" Lucas said, snapping his fingers twice. "But before that, tell us who you're wearing. Give us some red carpet action. Then do your speech."
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Listen to the Lecture
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Of course, she was still a coyote, but she was a super well-behaved one! She hopped up onto her usual chair and took a seat, snorting and finally dropping the stuffed dog she'd been carting around by the neck.
Poor toy's fur was looking a little bedraggled. Oops.
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Today though, he wondered if he could do public speaking without yelling or screaming or something. He'd gotten a little more tetchy and a little more tense since yesterday. Right now, he was bouncing one foot and fidgeting to deal with it.
Accept An Imaginary Award!
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It was possible she'd thought about this before. She gathered her imaginary skirt in her hands so she wouldn't trip on her way to the podium.
"Thank you so much!" she cooed, not able to keep from sounding a little fake. "I am honored that my peers appreciate me so much. To the other ladies in this category ... I'm sure someday you'll have a turn, too. And I'd like to thank my director, my family and friends for their support, my agent, and of course Jesus. Thank you again."
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Ramona wished that Lucas' narrative would GET ITS FACTS STRAIGHT before MAKING ALLEGATIONS.
But she was there.
Talk to Lucas
And maybe get laughed at.
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