“Excuse me, but do you own the Mustang,” the young lady said, pointing to my yellow pony out the front window.
The gentleman then spoke with a German accent, “We’re looking for a car just like that for a short film we’re shooting, and you can’t rent them in that color. You can only get red.”
They offered me $300 to show up in Castaic at 5 a.m., and then spend the all of the next day in LA while they turned my car into a star.
My decision isn’t final, but I think I have to say no.
For an unemployed guy, I’m pretty damn busy and the notice is too short.
Here’s the Web site for the film.
Of course, maybe I should be concerned … I just read this:
A gun dealership in a hot, humid, dark city: A revolver spends another sleepless night waiting for a lover. It feels lonely, unwanted. Suddenly a crash…
A crash? With my car?
It’s probably a different crash, but still …
And in reading the above, I can see why they’re in Bako on a 104-degree day.
They told me they’re shooting in a pawn shop just around the corner.
Speaking of hanging out in Dagny’s — this is weird … I can’t search Google from here. If I do, I get this error (staff confirmed, this is a legitimate error.) Weirdness.