why lie? it's for beer

Four of us were sitting in Taylor's Tuesday night when two nearing-middle aged women enterred and stood in the doorway that separated two rooms of the pub, facing our direction. One looked to the other and, gesturing at my long-haired Italian next to me, asked "what about this one?" I, thinking she was drawing attention to his somewhat unusual appearance, retorted her question right back to her, with a bit of a sneer.

The two looked at me and I smiled, and the second said to the first, "he'd be perfect."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" She asked. She couldn't pay me, but she would have me in the short film she was making the next day, if I wanted the part.

Of course I agreed, though I have no experience whatsoever at acting. Her name is Samira and she is a small-time director/producer making the film for a Berlin festival/competition.

We shot from ten in the morning to three in the afternoon the next day, finishing with 18 minutes of footage to be edited for the one minute short.

I should have the film in a day or two (and can hopefully post it here,) but to briefly describe it, I am a busker on the street, (in Galway,) with a guitar, a basket to collect change, and a sign that says "Why lie? It's for beer." My success with the passerbys' charity angers an evangelist opposite me, whose sign says "Peace Week: Donate for Peace," and who can't seem to collect money or pass out flyers, and he comes over and puts me on the ground with a punch to the gut, and kicks me for a bit, (that was the fun part.) Anyway, I discovered I'm crap as an actor -- couldn't seem to do a simple part where I smile and cheers the evangelist naturally enough... I shouldn't expect to be good, but it was just frustrating to be unable to please the director, and I felt inadequate. But it was wild just to take part in the whole ordeal, and I'm excited and nervous to see the finished product after today's editing.