Life 2.0: The Life of the Party
For the celebration of Norway’s day of independence and 200 year anniversary, my wonderful Norwegian friend Maria and I decided to attend a party by the possibly most flamboyant Norwegians in LA; the Moods of Norway company. As naïve as only young Norwegians can be, we were excited to see Norwegian celebs, but had no idea how out of place we would feel in what turned out to be a true Hollywood networking session. A party is never a party in LA – it’s an opportunity to ruffle your feathers and make connections.
Every conversation is a quick research of «are you beneficial to me or not» – and depending on the answer, it ends with either hit or run. As weird and uncomfortable that might be – as an emerging actor (with free champagne in my blood) I saw no reason to hold back. As an icebreaker, I could tell the manager that my family origins from the same little town that his clothing brand was made (Stryn), that I was born in that area, that I have been there almost every summer of my childhood and the funny fact that my outfit this May 17 at his Moods of Norway store in LA was bought at their very first little shop in that particular town. And when I also did a couple of flips in front of the king and queen for Moods’ promotional video, it wasn’t all that hard to get some new numbers in my phonebook.
In this life of the party, it’s not over till it’s over – so the party went on as my classmate and former scene partner celebrated her birthday later that night. As much as I enjoyed it, the next day made me regret it; having to show up early on set, with the most perfectionist director I’ve ever crossed paths with so far («That was really great guys, but lets reset!»), this full day of filming felt like an everlasting nightmare. Except that all I wished for was to be asleep and not wake up.
Since I shot a reality show with that same director a couple of days earlier, I guess I should have known better. But as he happens to be a good friend of mine, I got cast as the classic asshole judge who tells everybody straight out how much they suck (pardon my French). For one who struggles to be the nice guy in real life, that was a surprisingly pleasurable task. Justifying my behavior by telling myself that «it’s just acting», I was brutally reminded that there is no such thing when one of the «contestants» got so offended that he abandoned the show and we were left missing a character.
Apart from all the fun, it cannot be denied that this school has a tendency to be just a bit unorganized – which this week’s shooting at Universal Studios was a perfect example of. It was supposed to be our final exam in Acting for Film – but as half of the class didn’t even have anything to act in, the whole day was enjoyed only by a little group of 7 people (out of 13) who bothered to stay.
Though not everyone in my class had parts to play, one little kid had managed to get cast – which suited me just perfect. By teaching him handstands and talk about the Ellen Show, I had a great day. Everything in life, including school, will be what you make it – and as I now have a new friend, am invited to his home to play and teach him backflip, I’m very happy with the results from my exam.
Life 2.0 is one of Khrono’s blogs, and will be presented with new blogposts every week. Petter Egge is a former student from HiOA and journalist at Khrono.no. He has decided to do something quite different. This is his stories.
May 15th 2014:
Chronicle #16: The Leap From Sanity
After San Francisco, the way back to reality was just a little too short. From a weekend in heaven, I hit the ground in a pile of papers to write, finals coming up, and most of all – our final showcase at the Victory Theatre.
May 8th 2014:
Chronicle #15: The Escape
This week I thought I was up for an easy ride. Not many film projects in sight, and a long–awaited trip to my favorite city San Francisco – where I left my soul when leaving UC Berkeley two years ago.
April 29th 2014:
Chronicle #14: The Aftermath
No journalists called me this week, and my phone has slowly managed to find peace; now it is only buzzing about twice as much as before Ellen (yes, there will forever be a «before» and «after Ellen» now). The number of followers on Instagram has eventually stabilized, and though my twitter profile is more busy with visitors and followers than ever before, the threat of an explosion seems to cease.
April 23th 2014:
Chronicle #13: The Tribute
Out of his good heart Petter helped a person on the street, and suddenly life turned around for a couple of days. When this week started, I was at the bottom of a deep valley, weighed down under a number of concerns. The ones about my economy had already bothered me for months, as frequent readers would already know, but now my worries included another area of much bigger importance.
April 16th 2014:
Chronicle #12: When words do not suffice
There are times, even for a writer
when written words become empty signs
Times when a writer don’t want to write
cause there’s too much between the lines
April 9th 2014:
Chronicle #11: «The School of Life»
Life is a funny little thing. It is for sure a trembling rollercoaster, but also a splash of water in your face and missing ground under your feet. It has its ways – mysterious, inscrutable – of surprising me, not just when I thought I had it all together, but even more often when I’m already out of balance.
April 2th 2014:
Chronicle #10: «The Decennium»
From waking up scared of an earthquake, to not take notice at all. So: I’m happy to announce that I might already be a real Californian.
Mars 25th 2014:
Chronicle #9: «The Wake Up Call»
They say you’re not a real Californian until you no longer notice the earthquakes. This week started with something of a wake up call. As mentioned in previous posts, sleep is quite limited for me over here due to lack of time. That one night when I finally managed to enter deeply into those psychedelic lands of dreams at the right time, with no alarm set for the next morning – THE EARTH decided to shake me out of bed at 6:25 AM with a 4.4 magnitude earthquake.
Mars 18th 2014:
Chronicle #8: «So You Think You Can Act»
Do you know how to walk? No, you don’t. Can you sit, crawl, or lie down? No, you can’t. You can’t even lift your arm up in front of you. I know you can’t believe it – neither could I. But every day here, I am proven wrong.
Mars 11th 2014:
Chronicle #7: «The walk of Shame»
Ever had the feeling that your duties seem to pass by like a super fast train and you just can’t catch up with it for the life of you?
Mars 4th 2014:
Chronicle #6: «Teaser»
I was a journalist, a gymnast and a musician. I had everything I needed – except what I wanted. Thats why I decided to quit my job, say goodbye to my friends and family, and leave for acting school in Hollywood. The Video presented in this blog is a small taste of what life has been like the first few weeks.
Feb. 25th 2014:
Chronicle #5: «In a cold sweat»
For a guy who has lived all his life by the rules and routines of a gymnastics regime, there is no doubt that life here is a tad more divergent. Having nothing to do at one moment is just as shockingly unfamiliar as it is to run from a film shoot to my roommates’ baptism in the next. At any point earlier in my life, the degree of variation stretched from sleeping, through eating and practice, to toilet visits, school and back to sleep. The circle of life has definitely taken a new shape.
Feb. 18th 2014:
Chronicle #4: «The Proposal and the Valentine’s»
Real life, as we will know it the next eight months (though dreamy it may still seem to me), is about to blossom. As the hassle of settling down slowly dies out, challenges of school is coming to life, growing over the heads of its students.
Feb. 11th 2014:
Chronicle #3: «Life’s a like a box of chocolate»
As we still can’t seem to get friendly with our apartment (at least our rent), it took my roommate and me no more than three days to decide to move out again. Already stretching our comfort zone with one bedroom, we are now downgrading to NO bedroom.
Feb. 8th 2014:
Chronicle #2: Move-in Day and monologues
When gas, water, power and insurance companies got back in to business on Monday morning, Murphy’s law did the same; what could go wrong – well, you know. For the landlord to let us move in, they needed confirmation letters faxed from all of the above – which should be no problem, since we asked them all to do so when opening our new accounts. After half a day of waiting by an empty fax machine, we dared to call them back with a friendly reminder – only to discover that they’d forgotten all about us. When they eventually faxed it, only one name was on the paper – and we’d really prefer that both of us could move in.
Feb. 5th 2014:
Chronicle #1: «I need a dollar, dollar is what I need»
Ok, just to make it clear right away: I am NOT a blogger. Since the dawn of the blogosphere, my prejudices have kept me far away from its kind. But as we all know, the first unwritten rule of a struggling actor in Hollywood is that «Everyone must accept some kind of prostitution in order to survive up until the big breakthrough.» So, I could have fulfilled the stereotype of waiting tables between my auditions, or I could do a «Sylvester Stallone» – but instead I am now spreading trivialities about my still-to-be famous self. Oh, the irony.