The Shoot (Part Two)

Mike and Miranda are good people — smart, creative, and funny. They’re my go-to friends whenever I have an idea that involves music or robots or both — like the time I asked them to dress up as robots for a show at the historic Old Haverford Friends Meetinghouse or the time they accompanied me and Tim Simmons for a show at the historic Rusty Nail in Ardmore, Pennsyvlania. (I only play at historic venues.)

Even so, it takes a lot of pacing and talking to myself just to get out of the house and into my car. The plan was to stay home all afternoon and play with my dog, Gordon. The plan was never to drive to Mike and Miranda’s house to shoot a video. As a result, there are knots in my stomach as I turn the key in the ignition and take one last look at Gordon, who is staring wistfully at me from the kitchen window.

This is not the plan.

This is not the plan.

This is not the plan.

But it’s okay, I tell myself.

It’s okay because sometimes good things happen when I go off-script. It’s okay because a scrap of paper on my desk reads Note to self for 2018: Get out more and be more social.
And it’s also okay because the route to Mike and Miranda’s house is a familiar one — not because I visit Mike and Miranda all that often but because it’s almost identical to my daily commute to work.

All told, the drive takes about forty-five minutes — time enough for the knots in my stomach to loosen a bit, but also time enough for me to second-guess the whole endeavor. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? What kind of egomaniac wants to star in a rock video? I’m a lactose- and gluten-intolerant forty-five-year-old man with a job and a house and a mortgage, for Pete’s sake.

The same concerns swirl around my head as I walk the path to Mike and Miranda’s front door and ring the doorbell. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Their dog is barking as I catch a glimpse of myself reflected in the glass of their screen door. Am I standing too close to the door, I wonder as I take a few steps back? Or am I standing too far now? I really wish someone would write a treatise on the appropriate distance to stand from someone’s front door after ringing the doorbell. It would make situations like this a lot easier to handle.

Enough! I say (in my head) to my reflection. Compose yourself!

And with that, the door opens.



2 thoughts on “The Shoot (Part Two)

  1. Just loving this story Mark – I can relate to how you felt so much! You describe it all so well though – in ways I’ve never been able to put into words!

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