Honestly, I'm wondering what I'm doing here. Sunday we
were supposed to spend the whole day reading through the script and just
figuring out the subnotes or whatever Mike the director calls them, you know,
what the characters are thinking underneath the lines. I learned not to
volunteer what I was thinking when I wrote the lines. Turns out, writers are
the lowest of the low in Hollywood. The guys at craft services get more respect
than writers. They feed us, in case you were wondering. Weird how I'm picking
up the lingo so fast. I certainly don't want to pick up much else of anything
around here. Anyway, it turns out that even though I'm the writer and I created
half the characters, I don't know what anybody is thinking when they say the
lines that I wrote. Conrad Emerson, the guy who plays Captain Simmonds, and
Kyle Hawkes are about the only actors who didn't sneer at me when I explained
why lines had to be said a certain way, so lines later on in the script would
make sense. I think they didn't sneer at me because I met both of them before
filming, and they both know I'm the writer. Everybody else is all, "You're
just a stupid kid, what do you know?" The second time someone snarled at
me, Mike snarled back at them that I was the writer, so yeah, I did know
something, since I knew what was going to happen later in the script, and it
just showed that none of them had read the script yet or they'd know what I was
saying made sense. Didn't stop them making faces and muttering at each other,
but at least they didn't do it out loud where he could hear it.
What a bunch of jerks. Actors are all jerks.
Yeah, that includes Kyle Hawkes.
Now that you've picked yourself up off the ground, here's
the scoop. Even though he was so nice to me in April, the guy is a bozo. He's
an overgrown adolescent. Just as bad as the jerkfaces in our class. Getting
back to what I was starting to say before, about Sunday, we were supposed to
spend the whole day going through the script. We didn't because Kyle and some
of the stunt crew guys and most of the lighting crew guys were out drinking and
goofing around Saturday night, until Sunday morning. So they were all sleeping
late and hung over. None of them -- except Kyle -- had to show up for the
meeting, so what did they care? So when Penny came by the trailer Sunday
morning and said I'd be free until after lunch -- and added, "Like usual,"
so that means those bozos have done this before -- she offered to have someone
drive me into town if I wanted.
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