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Two months into my carpe the diem way of life, I was dead broke. I’d invested a lot time on the art of funny that I had not handled to book enough independent work to last beyond the next 3 months in LA, even on a small budget plan. A little bubble of panic (or perhaps, most likely, appetite) started to form in my stomach. So I relied on my dear old pal Craigslist for some quick money. 

One early morning, in the middle of my day-to-day desperation Craigslist scroll, I stopped at an advertisement that captured my eye:

✭✭ GET PAID TO DRAW $125 ✭✭

NOW CASTING artists and hopeful artist in an art tutorial video. TODAY is your FORTUNATE DAY! Get paid $125 to discover how to draw!

Send headshot and level of ability to: 04b8f43b9ede37baeb8982e1e0561t4@job.craigslist.org

I had actually taken some illustration classes in high school and figured that at least, I might play a budding sketch artist for an educational video. I reacted to the advertisement and continued my freelance task search. 

Within minutes, the account that published the advertisement sent me a place and shoot date. My dry spell had actually concerned an end. My very first acting gig! AND I will get $125! Four tacos at the truck for meeeee, infant!

I was so fired up to be on video camera that I generally heel-toed all the method to the studio, which was easily down the street from where I lived (another reward: didn’t require to utilize bus cash). When I got to the structure, I saw there were currently a lot of individuals waiting outdoors. The just discernable commonness about the varied group of human beings was that all of us appeared like we had to do with $125 far from returning house.

Eventually, we were let inside to a huge, void, with a platform in the center and a lot of easels spread around. I ran my hand throughout the paper they offered. It was incredibly thick, which indicated it was most likely costly. Movin’ on up, I believed to myself. 

When we were all settled, the doors behind us opened and a male in a toga strolled in and scaled the platform. I discharge a deep sigh. I looked him up and down, and might feel my face start to scrunch up. He simply looked too fresh, like he’d been doing crunches in preparation for this video. His hair was done up, and he had the thirsty energy of an improv comic. (I understand the type well.) He simply didn’t appear like somebody thinking about the arts; he appeared like he was on his method to go squash some Natty Lights at a racist-themed celebration. Dumb as hell.