Exhausted from a long day of volunteering at the Southern California Writers Association, and taking copious notes from Jerry Simmons’ excellent lecture, I drove home and was greeted by a sixteen foot metal arm, dividing my side of the garage, from my husband’s. At least the crane wasn’t blocking my spot, so I parked my car, walked into my air-conditioned house, and collapsed on the couch next to my husband.
“What’s the crane in our garage for?” I asked.
“I need you to be Vanna White and a Zombie,” my husband said.
“I’m shooting a commercial to show how the crane works, and Jim agreed to let me film his Classic car.”
“You know I hate acting. Ask the neighbor’s daughter,” I said.
“She’s at work,” he said.
Duke always surprises me. An attorney by day, he dreams of a career in film, and spends most of his spare time either building cranes, writing scripts or discussing cameras on various forums.
When I left in the morning, I had no idea he planned on filming a car commercial later in the evening.
I tried to force my sons to do the commercial instead of me, but at 6′ 4″, I don’t think Austin would make a good, Vanna White.
Jordan convinced me to be brave and play the role.
“Mom, just move like Michael Jackson in Thriller,” he said.
Within the hour, I was standing on the street, neighbors watching, and cars slowing down, first pretending to show Classic car, then acting like a Zombie.
Enjoy the video, and YES, that is my voice, then Duke’s voice and YES, Duke made the crane from scratch and filmed and edited it himself.