So many of you know that I do some acting. Which I do and I enjoy to do, but I don’t really expect anybody to recognize me. Really the only time anyone “recognizes me” is when somebody who already knows me sees me in a commercial. I don’t get stop in the street with comments such as “aren’t you Emme Rogers” or “your the girl from…”. Most of the characters that I play transform both my “look” and “my personality” into a totally different person. Like when I play a totally sexually out there 20-something punk gal in black lip stick and not wearing much more than a few layered pieces of fishnets and mesh clothing. Wildly exhilarating, but not recognizable as the Emme you know and love. So no, I keep a fairly low profile as an actor and I like it that way. Nobody knows where I live or even cares – thank goodness.
Well that all went to Hell this morning!
Was spending a quiet morning plugging away on the computer, catching up with some of the people that I love but have been neglecting. Not caring about the current state of my bed head or the fact that I was wearing an especially comfy, yet ratty pair of pjs, because really who was I entertaining. And then the doorbell rings ………
Three young “tweens” (as we’d call them in the biz) were standing at the door with garbage bags. Apparently they were doing a bottle drive for school. “Did I have any bottles?” Well, I know dear readers, that this will come as a shock to you as naturally you see me as perfect in every way (don’t worry you are not the only deluded soul out there), but one of my small imperfections is this knack for letting my recycled bottles pile up on the deck for months at a time, until a few snide comments from friends about my deck resembling that off an alcoholics provokes me to finally load up the car and make the trip to the bottle depot.
So did I ever have bottles!!! In fact, this morning happened to be one of the times when that pile had grown to an especially embarrassingly large size. I had the gals come round to the deck and was thrilled to load them up with bottles. Quickly their three large garbage bags were full (they had after all visited a few of my neighbors too) and were going to come back shortly for the rest.
Photo by Simon Barnes
Well they did come back. And they brought reinforcements – two other gals – one of which looked strangely familiar to me – but really that was very unlikely – just must have seen her playing in the neighborhood. So I start to load the girls up with a few cases of beer and as I lay the case in the gals arms that looked familiar she pipes up with “Emme – right!?! You have a tv show!?!”
Recognition hits me as it hits the kid. I do know this kid and from the only children’s series I have ever done. We did some market research on her class in a school district far, far away from where we were currently standing, but she had moved. She was especially memorable, because she was so funny! There class had helped to choose a name for the show and apparently thought I was a celebrity and aside from just wanting my autograph, they had all wanted me to sign their hands and were “never going to wash them again”. This was the kid that had started that craze spreading through the classroom. And here I was handing her and her new friends cases of beer bottles!!!!
Thank goodness they just missed the on-again-off-again male roomie walking down the stairs in nothing but his underwear!
