Sometimes you have to ask.
I saw an opportunity for work exchange — your admin help for free rental of studio space. This is exactly what I need!
Then I saw the age limit: 18-30. Damn. But I wrote them an email anyway. I have to ask. And what’s the worst that can happen?
I’ve copied my plea, er, email below. xCW
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SUBJECT: I have to ask
BODY
…even though I already know the answer.
Hi, I’m Chris Wolfe, arts entrepreneur and solo performer.
Nice to meet you. Saw the brief for [this project] and think it’s an amazing work exchange opp.
I just so happen to have edited and done motion graphics for an Emmy*-award winning US TV show in the US. And I’m a writer (even won an award for that.) And hey I do database/supporter services consulting for a living, if that’s needed — Oh I’ve got a nice smile, too.
THEN I saw it was ages 18-30.
You can see where this going, can’t you?
And I know what you need to say: “Yes, Chris, you sound nice and are undoubtedly good-looking, but the rules are the rules, and while we don’t want to be all Logan’s Run about this to someone who is only 2 years too old, we have to say no.”
I get that. I really do. But I want to make a counter offer. That outside the scope of this [project] you consider “paying me” to do some work for you. I can even give you a better rate of exchange.
I’m quite good (I know that’s immodest, but I’m American, so you understand) and I have big plans for the next 6 months: Expanding my one-person show (Generation 9/11, about how a generation was defined by 9/11 at a distance via TV, internet, and phone) online to create a ground-breaking digital space for sharing international perspectives — the end result being a viral performance that can be performed by anyone, anywhere, including the Middle East/North Africa region (where another Generation 9/11 led the Arab Spring.)
::Phew::
I need this.
Thank you for listening.
I understand if you need to say no.
I understand that flattery will not work.
…but it’s still worth mentioning that you are all undoubtedly good-looking.
Best, Chris