This is one of my favorite songs - "Calleth You, Cometh I" by Swedish band The Ark. It was also the first music video I appeared in! It was a long time ago now, but I still feel a little bit sick and embarrassed when I watch this video.
You see, I was so nervous to be in a video with one of my favorite bands, and I really, really wanted them to like me. I was in hair and makeup at 4 AM, then we all drove out to a beautiful field in the countryside, where I did my first couple of scenes (which included running through that field). And then... well... I started throwing up. Apparently, my body had to choose that particular day to get the worst stomach flu of my entire life. Just my luck. They had to cancel most of my scenes, took me back to the studio, and I lay in a dark room throwing up that whole day. Around midnight, the stylist woke me up and put me in the shower. I had my makeup and hair re-done, then they they placed me on a stage, where I was asked to dance in front of the camera. The band was watching, of course - probably a bit pissed off that they'd had to replace most of my scenes. I figured this wasn't the best time to admit that I can't dance to save my life. So, I smiled, tried as hard as I could not to puke on stage, and... I danced. Or something that at least resembled dancing.
About 24 hours after leaving my family's apartment to do the shoot, all happy and excited, I got into a cab and asked the driver to please take me home as fast as he could. He had to stop the car twice and let me puke my guts out on the curb. Disgusting, I know. I was already devastated when I woke up the next morning, still sick as a dog, by a phonecall from my agency - telling me I wouldn't get paid, since, frankly, I didn't do my job. I didn't care about the money, but I couldn't believe I messed up the whole video shoot for a band I loved!
In the end, I think the result turned out pretty cool. But I still blush every time I see the video, having to re-live my incredibly awkward so-called dance moves on that stage.
About 24 hours after leaving my family's apartment to do the shoot, all happy and excited, I got into a cab and asked the driver to please take me home as fast as he could. He had to stop the car twice and let me puke my guts out on the curb. Disgusting, I know. I was already devastated when I woke up the next morning, still sick as a dog, by a phonecall from my agency - telling me I wouldn't get paid, since, frankly, I didn't do my job. I didn't care about the money, but I couldn't believe I messed up the whole video shoot for a band I loved!
In the end, I think the result turned out pretty cool. But I still blush every time I see the video, having to re-live my incredibly awkward so-called dance moves on that stage.
