Then I get the chance to lip synch to the whole song in one long take,
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but the camera stays so close that I still don't have any legs.
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I sing along to the playback song all the way through and get a round of applause from the crew when I get to the end. Thank God that's over. It's took us most of the morning.
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At the end of the recorded track, which ends abruptly, I ad libbed, 'But I'm still whispering!' Director Hajaig wants me to lip-synch that bit, too. So we do that bit again. And again.
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'Don't look at the camera!'
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I'm laughing when I say it, 'But I'm still whispering!' And I do look at the camera. I can't help it. I think of what Dean Martin reputedly said when he was making The Young Lions with Marlon Brando. 'I never said I was a ****ing actor!'
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Sylvia sneaks a photograph of me from where she's sitting,
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reproduced above, and that's the way I think I should have looked.
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Heroic. Alone. In the Limelight. And with Legs. A Star! Just like Neil Diamond. Poor. Vain. Me.
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Hadi beckons me over to look at the footage in the monitor.
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Mount Rushmore sings! I really should have lost some weight.
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And made my movie debut 35 years earlier....
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