I was all geared up to raise hell about the money. Okay, I was never going to raise hell -- I was just going to needle in a pointed way to put them on notice.
But then we quickly realized we had bigger fish to fry. Everyone there kept calling it a commercial, which is a very different thing from an industrial. Especially in pay. Some of this information came from a member of the client's marketing department (a woman I happened to work with at Ogilvy and hadn't seen for almost 15 years).
So a good bit of the day was spent comparing notes with other actors, who also kept hearing the c-word, and exchanging furtive messages with various agents and mapping out our options. Ultimately what it came down to was the release from our agents stipulated the conditions, they didn't have us sign anything else that contradicted that, and people often call any corporate video a commercial.
Other than that, it was a really fun day. This was a national chain of steakhouses and we were surrounded by good food and drink. One guy was having a scotch at 8 am -- I was having champagne (with a sugar and cinnamon-coated rim).
And the people were fun. I worked again with and got a ride from my pretend nemesis. And there was another actor there from the casino shoot a couple of weeks ago. We all just laughed and laughed and had a blast.
It's odd how sometimes I feel really awkward around people and make bad chit-chat, or fail to make any at all, and other times it comes really easily. I tend to blame myself for that, but I think sometimes you just click with people and sometimes you don't.
I also suspect that the people I enjoy being around the most are those who are young and attractive. Is that so wrong?