Today we’d like to introduce you to Larissa Pruett.
Hi Larissa, so excited to have you with us today. What can you tell us about your story?
The first thing you need to know about me is that I’m a lover. I love love. And when I love, I really love. Also, I have ADHD and have trouble focusing on simple tasks like directly posed questions or spleling.
The first crush I ever had was on Max Sullivan, we were six years old. I knew him from soccer practice. He was beautiful and good at, well, soccer, not Messi good, but small-town Wyoming good. I wasn’t good, but I don’t give up on things I love like seeing Max 3x a week. We first met on the U6 co-ed soccer team and I knew the first time I saw him I loved him.
Some backstory, I grew up Asian-American in a town that is mostly white. I spent most of my time figuring out ways to blend in. Blending in on the soccer team meant giving all my effort to being just below average at the game.
Fast forward to being 12, A painful age for me because I had decided to cut all my hair off thinking it might make me look more like Trinity from The Matrix. It, in fact, did not make me look like Trinity but more like the sweet sensitive boy of my dreams.
I’m sure you wouldn’t say it’s been obstacle free, but so far would you say the journey have been a fairly smooth road?
We don’t have roads in Wyoming, I don’t know how I got here.
Anyway, speaking of obstacles.
Can you guys believe that my mom’s hairdresser, Deedee, would let a 12-year-old cut all of her hair off? All of it. My hair was so long and heavy that when it was cut to pixie length, it shot straight out and up creating a shockingly large dome hair bubble around my head.
If there’s any antagonist in my story, it’s Deedee.
I was feeling rather sensitive that week with my boy bob. I attended yet another meet-Max-cute soccer practice and during our water break, everyone sat in the grass in a circle. There was a natural break in the circle next to Max. It would have been weird if I didn’t sit next to him so I accepted this blessing with open arms. The group was chatty and the conversations were flowing. I finally felt a part of the group and even added in some casual ‘cools’ and ‘that’s so funny!’s.
Then a moment when I felt a sneeze coming up and normally I would push that down. No need for extra attention but today, today was different. I was fitting in and a sneeze might have invited Max to say bless you directly to me. Girls in my class had cute small sneezes. They tucked them inside of their body and looked damn adorable doing it. I was feeling good and thought if Justine McGuire can sound adorable, so can I.
Appreciate you sharing that. What else should we know about what you do?
I have a single focus on comedy directing. I’m most proud of my films where I pull directly from my childhood diary and create dramatic well-shot monologues.
ANYWAY
I decided to let ‘er rip. My sexy sneeze.
Since I was trying something new by keeping the sneeze small and tidy, I created a chamber effect caused by the pressure inside my body. My entire body flexed, shocking my lower intestines into tightening. My sneeze did actually come out adorable, small, and contained. However, the rest of my body had a different reaction, as a result, fast, hot, and loud gas came out of my butt.
I knew at that moment that if I were on the receiving end of my sexy-then-sudden-loud-fart sneeze, I would politely change the conversation and pretend it didn’t happen. There were 2 seconds of silence where I imagined the outcome of this possibility. I could shake this off and my team, my love Max, and I could all pretend it didn’t happen. I could survive this, I would just get back on that field and prove myself as a predictable average player. That isn’t what happened.
Rather, Max looked directly at me and asked, ‘did you just FART?’
The entire group burst out laughing, Jeremy choked on an orange slice, Gatorade shot out Kate’s nose and Nate even stopped breathing. The laughter lasted far too long before the coach’s voice broke through my living hell, ‘back on the field!’. Everyone listened still giggling, I was in shock, standing slowly up. Every part of me willing my body into fake laughing and owning this moment as if I also found it hilarious. Instead, I started crying. The couch asked, “What’s wrong?” I stuttered out, “it’s really hot outside,” and began to fan myself. My love, Max, loudly cleared up the truth to the coach. “She just farted and she’s embarrassed!” I loved that honest boy for at least five more years.
Where do you see things going in the next 5-10 years?
Honestly? No clue, maybe TikTok will become self-aware and use all of the data it’s collected on the majority of the population and use it against us. We will be held against our will in an underground bunker as we scroll endless hours of short-form content. A small revolution will form as each night groups of people sneak out to take out the TikTok overlord.
Anyway… I think the moral to this story is I’m still a lover. I love film and have my whole life. I’m ready to be hired as a TV director. I also have a few features that I really could use some financing for and I am taking meetings.
307-349-9504
Thank you.
L.P. Dohi
Contact Info:
- Website: www.larissapruett.com
- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/directed.by.dohi/
- Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCV2FsUgd4nRQ1YrTJVwVXlQ
Image Credits
John Strelec Pierre Habib Logan Powaski
