This is from an email written by my buddy Wess, who lives in LA — but don’t let that fool you, this sort of thing doesn’t happen to people in LA every day…
I walked into Sherman Oaks’ Fashion Square yesterday to buy a new watch battery. As I entered the center part of the mall, a man with a headset stopped me and told me to move away from where he was. I had no idea who this guy was and what was going on so I looked at him puzzled and asked, “What?”
He pointed to a spot maybe fifteen feet away and said, “That’s where you should be.”
Now completely confused, I told him, “I’m just here to buy a new watch battery.”
“I don’t care about your motivation, the extras are not part of this shot.”
After staring at him for a second, I looked around and suddenly realized there were five cameras and heavy equipment all around us. The floor was taped up, dozens of people were mulling about, and ten feet away was Felicity Huffman. A big sign read “Desperate Housewives.” I had walked into a TV shooting.
I chuckled and told the man I was just shopping and wasn’t part of the production. I thought he’d be mad.
Instead, he seemed amused and said, “I liked what you were doing. It was very believable.” He turned to a man and said, “Do we have room for this guy in the next scene?”
The guy looked down at his clipboard and shook his head. “We need less extras, not more.”
The first man looked back at me and said,” Sorry. But I liked what you were doing.”
It’s good to know that when I’m shopping I have the look of someone who is shopping.