When I saw the ad seeking paid background/extra work on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, I was electrified.
Am I comfortable working around atmospheric smoke? But of course! It’s how I work best!
Am I comfortable wearing wool clothes? Absolutely, baby, there’s nothing I love more, especially in the dead of June.
Am I comfortable receiving a 1950s appropriate haircut from the wardrobe department? Um, are bagels the Jewish birthright? Of course I am! Free haircut!
Perhaps the show-runners would see me act and be so shaken by the raw acting talent I was displaying that they would give me in my role as an extra a few lines. I would deliver those lines with such stunning passionate presence that they would be forced to have me on the show as a guest star. Audiences, transfixed by my beauty and grace, would demand that I be put into a recurring role. Eventually, the public’s appetite for me would grow so big that they would be forced to make me a cast-member. Then I would be the new Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Then I would know my purpose in life and get a star on the Hollywood walk of fame. The end.
Shira Feder used to tell people her favorite book was Infinite Jest, but that was a lie. She’s at firstname.lastname@example.org