(AN: weird and about 5 years too late, but oh well. I don't own any of the
characters except Marissa Chow, and apologies to all the real life people
in whose mouths I put imaginary words. 1st chappie is short, sorry, but
please review anyways!)
Day 1: My Life
Now, why can't my life be as perfect as that? I thought as I watched the scene from the side. I was hidden behind the fake wall of Feeny's classroom, still in my costume from earlier. My character, nameless for the purpose of the show, had once again merely wandered around the set's hallways at seemingly random times, dodging crew members and main characters and fetching coffee for assistants who were supposed to be fetching for producers.
It's not as bad as I make it sound, actually. I mean, I never expected my being an extra on Boy Meets World to make my career as a Hollywood starlet- never particularly wanted it to either. The role is more a mutual favor between me and my Aunt Barbie (yes, I know. And yes, that is her name), one of the show's casting agents. She gets a free extra who doesn't make any trouble and I get to be on TV and make new friends.
I've made some good friends, too, since the first season two years ago. I'm Will's age- Will Friedle, the guy who plays comedic doofus Eric Matthews. He's always seemed a bit too busy to hang around with a mere extra, but there's tons of other kids for me to talk to. Surprisingly- at least to me- one of the more interesting ones is Danielle, Topanga on the show. The first day we started shooting, my dog almost licked her to death. Now she's almost like a little sister to me. But the REAL reason I've been on the set more often these days isn't Danielle, the glow of TV less-than-semi-stardom, or even my occasional forays into the crew break room outfitted with leather couches, great food, and those fun little production chairs. It's a rationale that goes back as long as woman has roamed the earth: a B-O-Y.
To be exact, he is newcomer Adam Scott, who began the 2nd season as a sporadic extra. More recently, he's been cast into the role of Griffin "Griff" Hawkins, the "lead bully of the school. Well, sure, if chasing girls and arranging fights counts as bullying.
Adam is little known in the show biz- he did some commercials as a kid, but this is his first real TV part. My aunt found him through a modeling agency, and Adam did so well in reading and extra roles that she wanted him to have a larger role. His spectacular looks aren't a drawback at all, either.
But more on that later, As I straightened from my hiding place, the actors broke character and the studio audience began standing and stretching. A glance at my watch told me that filming was over for the day- in other words, I'd better get back home to fix dinner.
Trotting over to the office labeled "The Barbie Block", I waved at cast and crew alike before throwing a careless "I'm gone!" to Aunt's secretary. He smiled, and I grabbed my bag and was out the door. Even though I was 16 and had a car, I rode public transit to the set since driving in Angelic traffic isn't the best way to die. I mean spend an afternoon. Anyways, I always take DASH in or out of downtown, and then the local buses to my home near Chinatown.
Guess I forgot to mention that I'm half Chinese; my father is descended from some of the first Asians to ever come to the US. He was raised in New York in a strangely Victorian family (could I make something this crazy up?), met my all-American mom in college, and they caboodled it out to Hollywood when they got jobs at Aunt Barbie's struggling starter agency. I was born in a little house right out of The Joy Luck Club, complete with Mah Jongg table. even if there weren't any garrulous females gathered around it gambling grocery money away. And I really suck at chess.
But it's been a pretty cool life so far. My parents left Barbie's agency after she hit it big enough for us to afford a new house in Lincoln Heights. Dad went back to school and now he's a teaching professor at USC, working out of the nearby University Hospital. Mom works part time in a real estate office and waxes PTO in the rest of her time. I go to Lincoln High and split my free time between the library, Boy Meets World, and candy striping.
This particular day was no different from most others. I prepared dinner when I got home, rice noodles and stir fry, finishing just as my mom walked in. Dad was working the late shift that week and wouldn't be home till later. Homework occupied me for a rather long time, as the end of the school year was approaching and I absolutely could not let my GPA drop anymore. That was one of the 'rent's concerns when I started BMW, but I pride myself on still being top ten in the sophomore class. Then, it was off to beddie byes and sweet dreams.
Day 1: My Life
Now, why can't my life be as perfect as that? I thought as I watched the scene from the side. I was hidden behind the fake wall of Feeny's classroom, still in my costume from earlier. My character, nameless for the purpose of the show, had once again merely wandered around the set's hallways at seemingly random times, dodging crew members and main characters and fetching coffee for assistants who were supposed to be fetching for producers.
It's not as bad as I make it sound, actually. I mean, I never expected my being an extra on Boy Meets World to make my career as a Hollywood starlet- never particularly wanted it to either. The role is more a mutual favor between me and my Aunt Barbie (yes, I know. And yes, that is her name), one of the show's casting agents. She gets a free extra who doesn't make any trouble and I get to be on TV and make new friends.
I've made some good friends, too, since the first season two years ago. I'm Will's age- Will Friedle, the guy who plays comedic doofus Eric Matthews. He's always seemed a bit too busy to hang around with a mere extra, but there's tons of other kids for me to talk to. Surprisingly- at least to me- one of the more interesting ones is Danielle, Topanga on the show. The first day we started shooting, my dog almost licked her to death. Now she's almost like a little sister to me. But the REAL reason I've been on the set more often these days isn't Danielle, the glow of TV less-than-semi-stardom, or even my occasional forays into the crew break room outfitted with leather couches, great food, and those fun little production chairs. It's a rationale that goes back as long as woman has roamed the earth: a B-O-Y.
To be exact, he is newcomer Adam Scott, who began the 2nd season as a sporadic extra. More recently, he's been cast into the role of Griffin "Griff" Hawkins, the "lead bully of the school. Well, sure, if chasing girls and arranging fights counts as bullying.
Adam is little known in the show biz- he did some commercials as a kid, but this is his first real TV part. My aunt found him through a modeling agency, and Adam did so well in reading and extra roles that she wanted him to have a larger role. His spectacular looks aren't a drawback at all, either.
But more on that later, As I straightened from my hiding place, the actors broke character and the studio audience began standing and stretching. A glance at my watch told me that filming was over for the day- in other words, I'd better get back home to fix dinner.
Trotting over to the office labeled "The Barbie Block", I waved at cast and crew alike before throwing a careless "I'm gone!" to Aunt's secretary. He smiled, and I grabbed my bag and was out the door. Even though I was 16 and had a car, I rode public transit to the set since driving in Angelic traffic isn't the best way to die. I mean spend an afternoon. Anyways, I always take DASH in or out of downtown, and then the local buses to my home near Chinatown.
Guess I forgot to mention that I'm half Chinese; my father is descended from some of the first Asians to ever come to the US. He was raised in New York in a strangely Victorian family (could I make something this crazy up?), met my all-American mom in college, and they caboodled it out to Hollywood when they got jobs at Aunt Barbie's struggling starter agency. I was born in a little house right out of The Joy Luck Club, complete with Mah Jongg table. even if there weren't any garrulous females gathered around it gambling grocery money away. And I really suck at chess.
But it's been a pretty cool life so far. My parents left Barbie's agency after she hit it big enough for us to afford a new house in Lincoln Heights. Dad went back to school and now he's a teaching professor at USC, working out of the nearby University Hospital. Mom works part time in a real estate office and waxes PTO in the rest of her time. I go to Lincoln High and split my free time between the library, Boy Meets World, and candy striping.
This particular day was no different from most others. I prepared dinner when I got home, rice noodles and stir fry, finishing just as my mom walked in. Dad was working the late shift that week and wouldn't be home till later. Homework occupied me for a rather long time, as the end of the school year was approaching and I absolutely could not let my GPA drop anymore. That was one of the 'rent's concerns when I started BMW, but I pride myself on still being top ten in the sophomore class. Then, it was off to beddie byes and sweet dreams.
