OCTOBER

Work can be good

Oct 14, 2016 Part 12

Weight: 118

Ate: nothing

Drank: Water

Sex: No

I worked the production stage of my show where we finished our two hundredth show.

My character needed to cry so now my mascara was a disaster down my face, but the moment the camera focused on my face, my heart and soul were connected and I knew I nailed my scene.

The director called, “That’s a wrap.”

Of course. I took a breathe and wiped my tears away. The trick to crying on cue was to store up all the hurt and keep it in a box. Today I finally cried my heart out about Peter and Ms. Bad Underwear.

This was good. My head was clear and I could think.

He hadn’t left me.

This was a good sign and I was always the better choice.

Now I’d figure out my next move and how to handle everything without breaking down. Once I was sure I could speak without a whimper, I smiled at the director, nodded, and asked, “How was it?”

“Perfect.” He told me while he watched my scene of weeping on the floor in this green ball gown that laid down on the ground in layers of tulle a la Scarlett when she me Rhett Butler. 

Today I met my new potential leading man on the show too. 

In real life, I absolutely didn’t need a new man, but that wasn’t nearly so dramatic.

I passed the director and camera man, patted his  shoulder and said, “Great.” But as I made it off the set, my makeup assistant handed me a sponge to wipe my face and handed me my cell phone. The screen read my agent’s name so I took a deep breathe. This better be good. Either way I headed toward my dressing room at the far end of the hall, with the water view and asked, “Fred, where have you been?”

Her agent coughed but I wiped my face clean and waited until Fred said, “How do you feel about rom coms?”

Were they that different than Telenovelas? But if this was a movie, I was interested. I stopped walking in the hall as the clothing designers took a rack of clothes past me as I asked, “TV movie or big screen?”

Fred, my agent, said in his usual fast pace, “Big screen with an action star and love triangle.”

Good. A movie role and in theaters. This was the next step though being an action movie next would be good too. “I’d prefer an action movie, but I’ll take a rom com with A-listers.” I took a deep breathe, continued my pace toward my dressing room as the costume designer stopped me. She unzipped the dress for me so once I was inside, I could toss it off and she’d pick it up. I ignored the costume designer and asked Fred, “Will I be the bad girl or the heroine?”

“You’re always my heroine, bebe.”

Ugh. My agent was from New York, so the faux accent was stupid. Either way I ignored it and took a deep breathe. I’d earn money until I didn’t need to. Another Set designers past me with a fake tree and some dirt for tomorrow’s green screen outdoor scene where my new leading man was supposed to talk some sense into my character. But like me, my character didn’t listen to men.

I stayed out of the way as the trees passed and I asked, “When’s the audition?”

“Tomorrow.” Fred said.

Leaving my life for twenty four hours right now to head to Hollywood wasn’t in my plan. What if Ms. Bad Underwear was still around? 

 

The House of Morgan