Daily Prompt: The Show Must Go On

If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!).

Dennis Waterman as characterised in the series 'Little Britain'

“Write da deem toon, sing da feem toon…”

When I was younger I wanted to be an actor, but it wasn’t something I actively pursued. I was more into dancing. I still had aspirations of being in front of the camera, but by dancing in video clips and going on tours with artists etc.

If I was going to be involved in a movie, I’d probably prefer to be the producer. They’re the ones responsible for putting everything together for the movie, from supervising scripts, and casting, to things like budgeting, scene analysis, input over editing, pitching the film for financial backing etc. It basically becomes a project whereby they are involved in almost every single step of the way.

It requires quite a significant amount of time and commitment in order to become a producer for a film, simply because of all the leg-work that’s required just to get the film up off the ground. Then they become responsible for keeping the film / project afloat the whole time, to ensure that it doesn’t crash and burn. It would undoubtedly be an incredibly stressful job, but I think that the rewards of putting together an amazing film would be the ends that justifies the means.

I wouldn’t necessarily do it for the glory of being able to say “I produced that film… don’t you know who I am?” – that’s not me, I’d rather be more quietly successful and sought after, rather than people making a big song and dance over me. I think when that happens, there’s so much more expectation placed on you – than there normally would – to make sure that you don’t completely fuck it all up.

But I think that if I was being approached to produce a film, it would obviously be because I have great skills and talent for doing so, and I’d rather that be the case  than having / using the bragging rights of my name to sell the movie to the people providing the money.


Daily Prompt: Nice Is as Nice Does

Tell us about the nicest thing you’ve ever done.

There isn’t one particular moment that stands out in my mind, as in one that stands out more than the other. All through my life I’ve done nice things for people, even when it’s completely unexpected. I’ve spent so much of my life being so humble, and always putting other people before myself, and usually it’s because I view it as being nice, or doing the right thing.

I remember once when I was dancing competitively, I used to compete against this one particular girl, and I used to always beat her in one particular event. Regardless of the fact that she would always see me at every comp she went to, she would still continue to get up on the floor, throw daggers at me just before the music started, and off we would go in a flurry of lycra and sequins. At the end of the day when we’d have our medal presentations, they’d announce our particular event and we’d find each other in the crowd and just look at each other. Every time they called my name, she’d sigh and look defeated and deflated and then from across the room, slowly clap in a sarcastic manner.

This one particular comp, we had the same situation, except during the second (and final) round, I’d been tapped out, and was standing on the sides watching the rest of the competitors. She noticed again that I’d been tapped out, and began to look quite frustrated. After the end of that round, the adjudicators were scribbling away on their clipboards, and the competitors all went back to their dressing areas. I saw this, and thought I’d do something really nice. I waited until they went back to the results table, and I pulled one of them aside and announced to her that I wanted to forfeit my position.

It was kind of a blind move. I just assumed that that girl was going to be announced as second place. Did I know that for a fact? No. Did I know for a fact that I was even going to win? No, but I just assumed that I would, given previous history. I went and continued with the rest of my events and then waited until the medal presentation. Was that very cocky of me to think that? Absolutely.

When they got to our event, as always, we locked eyes, and they made an announcement, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen due to the voluntary forfeit of competitor number (whatever my number was), we have a new winner. In first place, competitor number (whatever her number was)…’ Everybody cheered. All the other dancers from her dance school screamed the house down. She gave me a puzzled look and I mouthed out congratulations to her, then got up and walked outside.

It felt good to do something like that, especially when I got to see how incredibly happy she was, and how proud all her school was of her. I didn’t do any of it for me, I did it for her. If anything, I got my arse handed to me by some of the other girls from my dance school. They were beside themselves that I would even consider doing that.

Bitch, please. It’s not about you, or the school – this is about me and her, and letting her have her moment of glory that she has so desperately craved for so long. It felt really good seeing her so happy.