Peanuts
I received a phonecall from a rather earnest student (so endearingly earnest I feel a little bad for writing this) who softly whispered down the phone beckoning me to do a voiceover the next day in Greenwich. They'd found my CV online but until that moment they had not heard my voice so already I was pondering how professional the job would be.
They offered me £15 for my trouble, and although I have worked for free in the past to gather showreel material, I consider those days well and truly over. I told them (and it was the first time I've ever uttered the words) "I'm sorry I don't work for free." To which they replied, "We can do £20."
Bless. Of course, I don't blame the students. It''s not their fault that they aren't given a decent budget, but what kind of message does it send to the very people who are the next generation of film makers if there are so many actors and actresses lining up to work for nothing?
They offered me £15 for my trouble, and although I have worked for free in the past to gather showreel material, I consider those days well and truly over. I told them (and it was the first time I've ever uttered the words) "I'm sorry I don't work for free." To which they replied, "We can do £20."
Bless. Of course, I don't blame the students. It''s not their fault that they aren't given a decent budget, but what kind of message does it send to the very people who are the next generation of film makers if there are so many actors and actresses lining up to work for nothing?
Labels: I'd prefer you paid me
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