Sundance, here I come!
A couple months ago, I filled out an online form to volunteer at the Sundance Film Festival. Then I forgot about it until this weekend, when enough time had passed that I figured that they didn’t need/want me. And what do you know; yesterday I got a phone call and scheduled myself for 20.5 hours of volunteer work in a couple weeks!
I’ll be stationed at the Egyptian Theatre in Park City, where the festival now takes place. It’s a much longer drive to Park City than to the Sundance Resort from where I live, but I don’t care. One of the screening questions I was asked over the phone (and answered in my application, but whatever) was why I’m interested in volunteering. The truth is somewhat lame and fangirlish, but I said it anyway: I like independent films and recently moved to Utah so I thought it would be a cool opportunity. The woman who called me (a volunteer herself) assured me that they ask that question to ensure that I won’t try to promote my screenplay while I’m volunteering.
"Do you have–I mean have you written–a screenplay?" she asked tentatively.
"No," I said with a chortle; tickled that she would ask in the first place and somehow disappointed that I haven’t written a screenplay.
