Read You Like a Book Day Eight: One Scene girl. Tie me to the Whipping Post.

Call Time: 9:00am

And thank god for that. Last night I went to a second call back for the Mac Wellman play Sincerity Forever at the Off Market.

I got there at 8:15. I left at 10:30. I love the Custom Made folks. God, they have long auditions. Group auditions. Of people watching other people do their auditions. I'm not a big fan of this at all...but hey.

I crashed out around 11:00 to be awaken by Rosa crashing at my place around one in the morn. I wish I could have had a conversation...but I was just too exhausted.

I get up and there is something wrong with Hans. He is experiencing pain around his kidneys and is having muscle spasms. I freak out. He won't go to the hospital...and he is giving me all sorts of static about other misc. shit. Between him bitching and being stubborn not wanting to go to the hospital and other strff I don't want to listen to at 7:30 in the morning.

I'm not in a good mood when I leave.

I get on BART...and it is nice that there are actually people awake. 7th Street and Market is in a particularly rambunctious atmosphere today with a crowded street of homeless and other street dwellers hanging out in what seems to be a Drug Rehab place screaming at each other. Get to Berkeley at 8:45 and get dressed in costume and to set at 9:10. When I get to set Karen Black and Tony are there.

It was a weird vibe on that set this morn. With all respect and love in the world, Karen was being...I don't even know how to explain it....surreal.
And this was making Bob deflect anger to other people. And I got hit.

I was sitting in a seat waiting for them to do their scenes...and I just stood up. Bob turns around and yells "MARCIA DON'T GO ANYWHERE". I pretty much ignored it because I just stood up to stretch my legs...so I sat back down.

One of the folks from crew comes and does my lips. I stand up to stretch...and Bob starts yelling at me. Loud.

"MARCIA DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO..." I finally was through. Serious. I was through.

"WHAT THE FUCK!! I'M STANDING UP TO STRETCH GOD DAMNIT" I look at the crew. They are all smiling at me like "Thank god someone said something"

I don't know what the hell had transgressed before I got on set... All I know is this: I'm happy to be on this set. But sure as shit I'm not being a whipping post for misdirected anger. Bob stops dead in his tracks and apologizes. A lot. Rubs my back. Starts joking with me. Good. After spending an entire day on set doing nothing but shooting my cell phone and messing around yesterday because of whatever was going on with other scenes...please don't take this out on me. Who has been taking BART in.

I read my lines to Tony and Karen for eye contact. They are reacting to them. It was a longer process than what I could ever humanly imagine. It was, well...weird. Then they do a reverse shot of me walking to them. I do my takes in four shots. There seems to be a major relief from the entire crew.

I was done. Time out of the bookstore? 10:30. Minutes physically spent on camera? 30 Minutes. Karen Black very nicely says: "Shaun, you were very, very funny"

Thank you Karen.

Bob released me and said "But you can stay for lunch" I really did not want to stay. The vibe was just too weird. I said "Naw...I'm going on to deal with my husband" as I walked off mumbling "Who yelled at me for no reason this morning too".

Collective men in my life. On the Rag.

I get back and get dressed. The crew in the office was stunned that I was done. I call up Hans and he asks me to bring home some Allieve. It turns out his sinuses are also acting up to.

"You are just falling the fuck apart aren't you" He apologizes for being a dick this morning. I think mostly...to assure I brought him home some Allieve.

Sign out? 11:30.

One hell of a hard hour forty five minutes of work.