How To Become An Actor

 

I’ve got a story for you…

Once upon a time, there was an actor.

Let’s call him “Bubble Boy”.

Bubble Boy, like most actors, was passionate, creative and excited to get his career off the ground.

He felt that surge of excitement when he realized that acting didn’t have to be just a hobby, he could become an actor PROFESSIONALLY — he could do it for a living!

Now there was just no stopping him. He was ready.  Because that’s all it takes to be a professional actor.

Passion.

Right?…

Oops.  Bubble Boy forgot something…You also need this…

Training.

Okay, Bubble Boy realized how silly he had been.

He realized he should probably take an acting class or something.

So he did.

NOW he was ready to be a professional actor.  He had taken an acting class.

He had passion, he had been properly trained with all the information he needed to be a professional actor (after all, he took AN acting class) and so…watch out Hollywood.

Bubble Boy is here!

Except nothing happened.

Bubble Boy was stumped.  He took an acting class.  Why wasn’t Steven Spielberg banging down his door, script in hand, offering him the lead?…Or even a supporting role.

D’oh? Bubble Boy realized what the problem was.  Headshots.

Didn’t he need to get those if he was going to be a professional actor?

So he went out and spent $3,000 on headshots. And Bubble Boy was really excited because the photographer told him that he could now be a part of a showcase where “top industry professionals” would come see his work and then his career would take off!

So Bubble Boy got 5,000 prints of his headshots from the photographer’s friend who gave him a great deal …only another $2,000.  He worked really hard on his scene. He performed in the showcase.

But still nothing.  No Spielberg.  No nobody.

And he was out $5,000.

He was starting to think maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

The self-doubt started to swell.  His family started to tell him he was nuts for doing this and he should just “stop chasing rainbows” and get a “real job”.  He sunk further.

Why wasn’t Bubble Boy’s career taking off?

After all, he had PASSION!  He was focused.  He took an acting class and he had headshots.  He even performed in that showcase for all those “top industry professionals”

What’s wrong with this picture?  What’s missing?

Why Bubble Boy Is Stuck?

Bubble Boy has the passion (which is essential).

He does have headshots (also essential).

He did take an acting class (gotta have that too).

However, Bubble Boy knows NOTHING about how the business of professional acting works.

• He has no idea how to market himself.
• He doesn’t know how to inoculate himself from self-doubt and dream stealers.
• He has no idea how the business of Hollywood works and what it takes to become an insider and get work…nevermind consistent work in good projects so he can make a living as an actor.

He was living out his acting career in a plastic bubble… Untouched by all the education, information, skills & relationships necessary to build a professional acting career.

Passion is great.  In fact, it’s a non-negotiable requirement for a successful acting career.  But it’s not enough.

To Become An Actor (A Successful Working One) You Need:

1. To understand the business of “the business” and where you fit in (context)
2. To be trained and continue training in a variety of different things (not just an acting class)
3. To understand basic actor marketing (and some more advanced stuff if you want to move quicker)
4. To be inoculated from self-doubt and other career-killing mind trash (which will continue to haunt you unless you deal with it)

Is it possible to be successful without one of those things?

Well, you might get “lucky” and get a job here and there. But you’ll have trouble jumping to the next level.

Saturday March 26th 2016 my dog Moses drove me crazy today. As I got off work and came home to try and relax. I proceeded to take my dog out to use the bathroom. Which is no easy task let me tell you. He would go out and just never would come back in the house. He makes me chase him down a game of catch if i may. I now have a leash for him and he really doesn’t like it. He runs and plays Till he

tires himself out here’s a picture of him song he will awaken from his nap ready to cause hell again. Me and my wife really love this dog but can somebody please help us. We are afraid that he is going to eat our shoes and clothes. This little guy is hell on wheels but we love him.

Don’t be fooled by this innocent looking picture. He is funny and has a very interesting sense of humor. He loves to be chased and he definitely loves my wife’s shoes.

But in spite of all the evil things he does. We love this little guy here named Moses.

Thank God for such a wonderful friend who gets on our nerves. But we love him so much our little buddy MOSES….

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Prison Saved My Life

The year was 2006 i had been sentenced to serve nine years inside the Federal Prison System. My first year was a nightmare literally i had been using Cocaine and Marijuana for over 26 years. My withdraws was literally painful and agonizing to say the least. I couldn’t sleep at night because of the cravings of Cocaine and i couldn’t sleep during the day because i had to survive. The thing about prison is if you had money you could have anything the streets had to offer. I had no money so i had to make a decision either beat this opponent of mines called Cocaine or succumb to it. I decided to fight it head on with every ounce of life i had in me and it was no easy task. I decided to turn to religion in hopes of GOD saving me from my solitude and drug addiction. I read the bible front to back and back to front until i memorized every word. This was not enough but it kept my mind from thinking about Cocaine so i read the torah the Quran basically every religious book no man to man. I studied everything i literally lived in the Chapel praying, reading, sleeping until it closed. I did this for six month’s and each day got easier and easier i needed more to do to occupy my mind more i found a addiction. That new addiction was my spirit and my mind and body. I never finished high school so i decided to get my G.E.D. and enroll in the program I’m now 16 months into a 108 month sentence. That’s a long time right? Well yes it was i finished the program and earned my G.E.D. graduating top 3 of the class of 15 not bad at all i never was stupid i just made stupid mistakes. I’m now 23 months into my sentence and doing great no more cravings I’m eating and gaining my weight back it felt really good to have a feeling of accomplishment. I started working out around 3 years into my sentence it felt so great i got up to around 218 pounds solid muscle.

My belief in GOD was incredibly high my intelligence level raised significantly and my body was in great shape. I repeated everything over and over until 6 years into my sentence. Around 6 years and 6 months i got some incredible news i was receiving a sentence reduction because of a law Congress passed. I’m now currently free and working as a mentor speaking with children and adults about Drug addiction and my prison sentence.

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Drug Addiction

If there is one problem in the society that you would certainly does not like to encounter, it must be drug addiction. You must have found one of your family members suffering from drug addiction and you do not like what happened to him. If drug addiction is the subject, you really need to get the right services from the experts so that you can give due help to a family member that needs it. You value your family member a lot and it is just right if you find drug rehabilitation as one of the means to treat his addiction.

You need to get help from some friends who have tried helping others to combat their addiction. When you are being hunted by your need for drugs, you will surely find a way to make a hit just to satisfy your need. You could never combat the need personally because your delirium seems to bring you to total dependence on drugs. Hence, you can understand your family member in that case. Only professionals can bring the necessary help. You have to find a way to help the needy and help him go back to his own sanity.
Rehabilitation centers shall provide competent counselors. Those people have learned the ways in speaking with patients who are drug dependents. Those people can convince them to gradually do away with taking of drugs. The patients have been using drugs because they find themselves to be unworthy. It is the job of the counselor to bring them back their self-worth. Once they realize that there are people are supportive in them, they will never go back to drug addiction. They know that if they become totally dependent on drugs, they would surely live a miserable life.

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DUI CLASS

              The Video
I don’t know what’s more boring and less informative. The guy on the video describing what Alcoholism is about. With a look on his face like he’s been drinking all night. Or the disturbed look on the instructors face, like she wishes she was at a bar downtown during happy hour. But in all fairness she is down to earth and talks about drinking lol. I know what your thinking isn’t she suppose to discuss drinking? Yes but not about the party she went to three nights ago. That is a total breakdown of her professional character. Maybe I’m overreacting or thinking too much into it. But its what i must painstakingly go through to receive my driving privileges back. What are your thoughts?????? ———Sincerely……Dazed and Confused

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Monday March 21st the year 2016 today is a very good day even though it’s Monday. I am working on an apartment that needs painting and cleaning. The weather outside is very beautiful little bit windy but nice. Thinking about my autobiography that I am trying to write. I have some great ideas for it but really stuck on writer’s block. I really hate when that happens it seems that in the middle of the night is when I get my best ideas. Hence the world of a writer that we live in. It’s a lot to put on paper for 44 years that’s how old I am for those that don’t know. A lot of words a lot of sentences a lot of paragraphs a lot of pages and one book stay tuned.

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My New Life

Chapter 1

The date was November 10th 1972 the day My life began. My mother was a very good mother in the beginning. My Father was also good sometimes and i emphasize on the word sometimes. My mother was from Salt Lake City Utah her family was very well off financially. But they were very prejudice people my grandfather especially. My grandmother was prejudice i believe because of my grandfather. When my grandparents found out my mother was pregnant with me they was happy. Well until they found out my father was black they was furious. They gave her a ultimatum either she get a abortion or she would have to leave. My Mother loved me that much and was not giving me up. So she moved to Detroit,Michigan with my father. Detroit in the Seventies was pretty wild and Drug infected. My Mother and father use to throw these wild parties and I mean wild. I remember hearing Al Green blasting and people singing. I remember the very first time i smelled marijuana and it was very stinky. I remember sneaking to the top of the stairs watching them dance and party. I also remember the first time I saw my father hit my mother. It scared the Shit out of me literally i was so afraid i thought he was going to kill her. They use to argue and fight a lot especially when they had parties. He would accuse her of looking at his friends in a flirting way. Maybe she was or maybe she was just being polite. Whatever her intentions she didn’t deserve to be hit no woman should. I believe the Marijuana use along with Cocaine and Heroine and Alcohol took its toll on my parents. My mother had my two brother’s and sister and our situation turned from terrible to horrible. The drug use got worse and so did the fights it was very disturbing to see as a child.

Chapter 2

The year is 1980 and my parents addiction to drugs is full blown and spiraling beyond control. The impact of it is destroying them literally and also us. Birthdays and Christmas was just another day watching my parents get high. When my father had a bad day which pretty much when he couldn’t get high was terrible. The fights and abuse was so bad the very sound of his voice was terrifying. I remember getting a bad report card and he calmly told me to get ready for dinner and get a bath. As i was getting ready to get out of the old 1940s bathtub he came in with a extension cord. He pulled me out the water and began to give me a beating i still feel to this very day. I don’t hate him for that evening but i believe that it put a scar on my character as a young boy. I wasn’t the only one who felt the wrath of my father’s days of not being able to get high. I truly believe that my mother had it far more worse than we did. He would beat her so bad that we thought he was going to kill her. But of course they got high and all was forgiven but for us it wasn’t. I really hated seeing my mom go through the abuse my father inflicted on her and us. No child should ever experience that being a kid is suppose to be fun and exciting. My childhood was nothing like that i actually skipped childhood and excelled to being a grown up. I remember my mom now separated from my father, had this boyfriend she was seeing. She would literally leave us alone for days sometimes a whole week. This particular time i remember when she left my little brother was sick. So i was trying my best to comfort him but he was really sick. Vomiting and he was sweating alot he had a very high temperature also. I remember my mother used to give us chicken noodle soup and crackers. With orange juice and she would give us some medicine cough syrup or something. So i remember looking in the kitchen cabinets for some soup which there was nothing but beets and peanut butter. So i walked to the grocery store to get some soup and orange juice. I had no money so i had to steal the soup and orange juice. Now I’m in this supermarket called farmerjack you may know of the chain but I’m stuffing Campbells chicken noodle soup in my back pack. As I approach the juice section I notice someone following me. They caught me I was caught as soon as I entered the store. The manager escorted me to the office and asked me why was I stealing food. I told him my little brother was sick and we was hungry. He of course asked me where my parents was so he could call them because he really didnt want to call the police. I told him my mother left us and I didn’t know where my father was. So he had to call the police because really he had no choice in the matter. So the police came and asked me questions and drove to my apartment where my brother’s and sister where. They took all of us to the police station and fed us Burger King and had the fire department look at my sick brother. Man that Burger King was so delicious i remember the officer asking me what i wanted. I replied two Whoppers with cheese, of course he got me the meal but i was so hungry I could have eaten two of them.

Chapter 3

After we ate they called child protective services and they took us to a group home. Now this group home was terrible but they fed us good it was just depressing. We was just waiting on our mother to come get us which never happened. Now I have a different father then my brother’s and sister. So there aunt arranged for them to live in Atlanta with her. I remember asking well what about me are you going to just leave me here? She replied I’m taking my brother’s children with me your not my brother’s child. I felt so betrayed and hurt I felt like no one loved me. What was going to happen to me where would i live would i be stuck in this home forever? Months went by still no word from my mother who i just knew would come and rescue me. Finally after a year I got adopted by what seemed to be a nice family boy was I wrong. Another abusive situation this one was more mentally then physically. They always told me that no one wants me or loves me that’s why I was in the group home. For a long time I believed it really I did,my self-esteem was destroyed my confidence was gone. Now this next part of my life is when I introduced myself to tobacco. Peer pressure will have you doing things you know your not suppose to do. But I wanted to be cool,I wanted to fit in, I wanted to be liked. So I took the cigarette lighter and lit that cigarette I gagged and almost coughed up my lungs. That was the gate way for me into drugs and alcohol. School became less important to me as I got older I wanted to hang out with what I thought was friends. They wore nice clothes and had every pair of new shoes that came out. I remember when the first pair of Michael Jordans came out and how I wanted a pair so bad. My foster parents was not buying me Air Jordans thats for sure. A guy I knew was hustling weed and made pretty good money doing it. I approached him about selling some weed to make a few dollars. Of course he introduced me to the connect i.e Supplier. He said he had a spot i could sit in and Hustle now for those who dont know let me explain. You see a spot is street slang that means a house where drugs are sold. Basically what I would dois pretend I’m going to school. Go straight to the spot and wait for customers to come and purchase some weed. I was selling $12.00 bags which the supplier got $10.00 and kept $2.00. On a good which was almost everyday I would see in the range of 50 to 100 bags. If I sold 100 bags thats $200 in my pocket and yes I bought those new Air Jordans. I also bought new clothes I had the money so why not but I had to hide it from my foster parents. Which was no easy task trust me I basically kept my new shoes and clothes at the spot. I would wear the clothes my foster parents bought me and when I got to the spot I changed into my new stuff. It was a very clever and unique operation but like all things done in the dark it will come to light. It so happened that my foster parents cousin was a weed head. He came by the first and last time I was at the spot. He gave me up he told everything to my foster parents which in turn they called the police. Luckily I wasnt there the day they came to visit or I was a done as a hustler.

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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