“Paramedics in costume now!” screamed the director.
I'd been cast as one of the EMT's who'd try to save DJ DAVVINCII's life when he cuts the beat out, which meant I got to go upstairs and wear a paramedics costume. After I changed, I sat down on the nearest couch — across from Beck Bennett, Kyle Mooney, and Bobby Moynihan. They must’ve all seen me staring with an open mouth, because they simultaneously smiled and waved. I closed my mouth and waved back.
The director walked us through the scene and it slowly hit me that my face would really, actually, 100% be on screen for like two seconds. I quickly formulated a backstory for my character to calm my nerves. My backstory: I was a paramedic. Nailed it.
We shot the scene three or four times. I tried my best not to look at the beefy camera dangling directly in front of the DJ booth, and focused on appearing shocked and paramedic-like, which is not as easy as it sounds.
The rest of my time at SNL was spent eating chicken parmesan in the extras holding room, talking to cute girls about their acting reels, and trying my best not to sh*t a hole in my jeans. Seriously, the bathroom situation was abysmal.