Rachel is in a film directing class, and since I'm fairly good natured (and often too nice to say "no"), I usually get recruited to perform some part in all of her films, from Good-Intentioned-Best-Friend, to Crazed Fangirl, to awkward, terrified, boyish Roommate who is dolled up in makeup to the tune of Popular from Wicked.
Now, in real life, I don't like to wear makeup. I think ponytails are awesome. I don't wear skirts. And I cringe at the suggestion of "makeover" from well-meaning friends. So, of course, this seemed like the perfect idea. Put Emmy in makeup and a skirt.
It was an easy role; I just had to magnify my horror at having to wear eyeshadow and lipstick.
The first attempt left me looking like the Joker from Dark Knight. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "You wanna know how I got these scars?"