
Student film shoot. (Commercial demo) I had an idea for a commercial shoot that I wanted to do as a student film. So I take my idea to a local rock radio station. The receptionist’s frigid stare shrunk all aspects of my manhood. I simply told her my pitch and asked if the station had any T-shirts they could give me for the shoot. I mean, this is a major radio station and all I was asking for was 3 shirts. “We don’t do that any more,” was her reply.
“Do what,” I asked.
“Give out T-shirts.”
“So you have no T-shirts.”
“Nope. You’ll have to buy them online,” she snarled.
Well, at $20 a pop I wasn’t about to buy these for a 30 second starving student film. So on to the next rock radio station – a Cox Communication station. In the elevator up to the office, a gentleman asked me if I had won something and was claiming my prize. I told him no and proceeded on giving him my film pitch. He pulled out his cell phone, asked for someone to meet me in the lobby, shook my hand, and left. The Promotions Manager walked up and asked me what I need. I said, “Three T-shirts and maybe a jpeg logo.”
“No problem,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” He came back with the shirts and immediately emailed me the logo. I asked him who the elevator gentleman was.
“The CEO,” he said. Lucky me.
“Do what,” I asked.
“Give out T-shirts.”
“So you have no T-shirts.”
“Nope. You’ll have to buy them online,” she snarled.
Well, at $20 a pop I wasn’t about to buy these for a 30 second starving student film. So on to the next rock radio station – a Cox Communication station. In the elevator up to the office, a gentleman asked me if I had won something and was claiming my prize. I told him no and proceeded on giving him my film pitch. He pulled out his cell phone, asked for someone to meet me in the lobby, shook my hand, and left. The Promotions Manager walked up and asked me what I need. I said, “Three T-shirts and maybe a jpeg logo.”
“No problem,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” He came back with the shirts and immediately emailed me the logo. I asked him who the elevator gentleman was.
“The CEO,” he said. Lucky me.
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