LitWriter2013
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- Apr 29, 2013
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First Post By bondi_beach
Goddamit. She just doesn't get it.
"Hank, kill the main and the fill, will you?"
"Got it, boss."
Now what? She's Sol's daughter and he's the money guy on this one and, yeah, she really wants to be in the "movies." Christ.
"Sweetie, let's take a break, OK?"
That smile. I guess she thinks it's sexy, maybe that's what all her little friends are tweety birding or texting or whatever the fuck it is they do. Now she's gonna pout. God, how many times to we have to go through this?
I wonder what she'd say if I tanned that smooth little ass of hers. Hell, she'd probably strip off the rest of her clothes and jump the cameraman. Or maybe the script girl. Holly goes both ways, I hear.
Enough. We'll never get this scene done today.
"That's a wrap, everyone. See you tomorrow."
Second Post By LitWriter2013
The crew headed for the Roach Coach sitting outside the small studio building. Holly was still on the couch with that sullen expression.
"Sweetheart, I don’t think you grasping your character’s motivation. Your character is flirting with the Chemistry Teacher, eager for a good grade on her paper on which she knows she did poorly. She wants him to think she likes him, with feigned smiles and giggles, but her expressions and body language must tell the audience that he creeps her out.”
I'd overheard Holly telling a fellow actor that she thought I was like the Chemistry Teacher, creepy. A 55 year old man making a film about slutty teenagers. And suddenly, I’d found my solution.
I conspicuously turned on one of the cameras pointing at her, wanting to capture her expressions and play them back to her later. Then, I moved to the couch and sat down on the edge, near her knees.
"Sweetheart," I said, "I'm going to help you understand your character's motivation. Remember: this is for the benefit of your acting career."
And with that, I laid my left hand on her right thigh, just below that wonderfully firm, young ass, and gently squeezed it.
Would like to have a female writer jump in and write the next post. After that, anyone can write the Director's post, male or female.
Goddamit. She just doesn't get it.
"Hank, kill the main and the fill, will you?"
"Got it, boss."
Now what? She's Sol's daughter and he's the money guy on this one and, yeah, she really wants to be in the "movies." Christ.
"Sweetie, let's take a break, OK?"
That smile. I guess she thinks it's sexy, maybe that's what all her little friends are tweety birding or texting or whatever the fuck it is they do. Now she's gonna pout. God, how many times to we have to go through this?
I wonder what she'd say if I tanned that smooth little ass of hers. Hell, she'd probably strip off the rest of her clothes and jump the cameraman. Or maybe the script girl. Holly goes both ways, I hear.
Enough. We'll never get this scene done today.
"That's a wrap, everyone. See you tomorrow."
Second Post By LitWriter2013
The crew headed for the Roach Coach sitting outside the small studio building. Holly was still on the couch with that sullen expression.
"Sweetheart, I don’t think you grasping your character’s motivation. Your character is flirting with the Chemistry Teacher, eager for a good grade on her paper on which she knows she did poorly. She wants him to think she likes him, with feigned smiles and giggles, but her expressions and body language must tell the audience that he creeps her out.”
I'd overheard Holly telling a fellow actor that she thought I was like the Chemistry Teacher, creepy. A 55 year old man making a film about slutty teenagers. And suddenly, I’d found my solution.
I conspicuously turned on one of the cameras pointing at her, wanting to capture her expressions and play them back to her later. Then, I moved to the couch and sat down on the edge, near her knees.
"Sweetheart," I said, "I'm going to help you understand your character's motivation. Remember: this is for the benefit of your acting career."
And with that, I laid my left hand on her right thigh, just below that wonderfully firm, young ass, and gently squeezed it.
Would like to have a female writer jump in and write the next post. After that, anyone can write the Director's post, male or female.