One of my dreams came true today! No, didn't win any awards or find an already scratched 5.00 lotto winner tickets. I became a socialist! Well, I joined a union. I didn't feel like a communist when I left, although I tried finding my Che Guevera shirt to wear after, but I think it got paint on it from real estate renovation. True commie I am.
No, it was pretty alright. There were too others being baptised or inducted, and they tried talking us out of it, telling us how little work there was on the horizon for virginia crew members, how there might be the dark days of va filmmaking, how I might end up on a cheezy commercial or some other low pay gig. But these jokers never ran a cafe in a small southern peanut town! I've lived in hell baby. Everything else is just a hot tub from here. I'm sure I'll eat those words one day, but these days they're true.
So the next step is to call and try getting on as a day player in Baltimore on a disney-notdisney production up there that's going on. I have about two-four weeks before I can lift anything heavier than a laptop, but then I'll be ready. Walking around Richmond to find lunch was hard enough. Don't want to make my debut and have my guts spill out.
I broke down Watering Stones, despite being scriptless. And I need a church for a location. Problem is, the story's about a sicko pastor. Do I need to divulge that when asking for location? Should I lie, to a church? Tell them it's about a teenaged girls love for a radically aged alter boy? I've tried imagining ways of filming without using a church, but I'm worried it'll come off fake. But I'll work on it.
Anyone know where I can get a few pews?
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