day has almost doubled. The big difference though is just the amount of work for the most part. It’s not as much just rigging a shoot together in a basement and...go...ing.
supposed to be asleep. I was behind the couch trying not to get noticed. It was this talking scene between a couple. Neither party said a word, but they didn’t need to. The images all communicated the ideas for them and I was just enthralled with it until the moment Mom caught me and sent me back to bed.
us any good. It only makes sense that I know what you’re doing this week. -I thought the sentence was more clear this time. You just -There is no “us!” I want to know what the hell is with this. -I’m talking about Saturday! What the actual fuck is this on Saturday?! -IT’S FUCKING STUPID!
No! I can’t! You don’t understand why I have to do this! Craig: Alright, let’s talk this out. What happened? John: I can’t tell you. I can’t. If I do the storyteller is going to- Craig:I get it, he swore you to secrecy. I’m your best friend though. You can tell me these things. We can fix this! John: You don’t get to say that! (Beat) Not after you had the chance to ruly warn me about all this.