It started with a notification.

I had a hint of speculation,

But after thorough examination,

It was true!

Garrison Clough was making a movie.

At first I didn’t care.

I really wasn’t aware,

That Garrison would soon declare,

His movie would be groovy.

He came to me and pleaded,

I was exactly what he needed.

His argument succeeded,

I was destined to be a star.

Let me be specific,

Being an “extra” isn’t terrific.

But since my acting skills are horrific.

It was my only chance

To be the star I are.

Er….am.

So, grammar skills aside,

With my movie makeup applied,

I scavenged for a ride,

To the potential movie set.

But someone forgot to sign the sheet,

That was allowing us to meet,

At the school on something street.

Now the preparations were offset.

We eventually found a location,

After hours of frustration.

Now here’s some alliteration:

Finally the foretold filming began.

I did a lot of waiting around,

Mostly sitting on the ground.

We weren’t allowed to make a sound,

It would’ve been a distraction.

The real actors were impressive,

And many of the back-up takes were excessive.

Garrison was getting a little aggressive

After the three-hundredth call of “ACTION!”

The day was speeding along,

And the film was going strong.

We occasionally broke into song,

But for the most part we were serious.

Soon night-time was falling,

My warm bed at home was calling.

My tired limbs were sprawling

And the cast became delirious.

We laughed at stupid jokes,

And inhaled Diet Cokes,

But the caffeine was only a coax,

For the scene to be shot next.

The word “shot” is part of a pun,

Because in the scene, someone shot a gun.

What came next was not so fun;

I was splattered in the face with blood.

When the trailer was on the rise,

This clip was featured. And to my demise,

My friends screenshot my bloody cries:

Yes, I know, I’m quite the stud.

Being an extra wasn’t too bad,

aside from the gory humiliation I had.

The movie is going to be rad,

Thanks to my subtle appearances, of course.

Once the editing is complete,

(Which will be quite a feat,)

The movie will be able to compete

With films like Spielberg’s War Horse.

Because of the directors who are so driven,

Numerous awards will be given,

And we’ll all be high-class livin’

With profits like Bill Gates.

But after all is said and done,

The movie was real fun.

After my brief time in the sun,

Familiar mediocrity awaits.