BAD ACTING

TRENDS

        Monday morning I woke up at four am and drove to the studio in West Hollywood. Carrie and I started hair and makeup by five am. The hair and makeup team hand painted our hair gold.

        "Inspired by the party." One of the girls said, pulling back my hair.

        "Does everybody know about the damn party?" I asked Carrie, joking.

        "Yes," she replied. Carrie held her script from Hit List, memorizing her scenes for the week.

        The set consisted of dark blue stairs leading up to a huge throne. The throne looked like glass but actually made of hard plastic. I wore dark blue underwear, with a matching crown on my head. No shirt, but a dark brown leather bomber jacket, and dark brown combat boots. Carrie matched me in dark blue bra and panties, a jacket, crown, and combat boots. We shot all day in various positions on the throne, and stairs. The photographer wanted us to look tough and mean. We finished at six, and I drove straight home and jumped into bed.

        Tuesday and Wednesday I shot mostly alone, modeling all the new winter clothes. The female model, a skinny Asian girl shot in the studio next door, and we worked the last three hours on Wednesday posing together. I left with four boxes of clothes crammed into my car.

        At home, I smoked weed and crashed.

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        The next day I woke up early and caught up on work at the Studio. Karen and Leah arrived together around ten thirty am.

        "I finished my scenes with Wild Child," Leah announced.

        Karen asked me about the shoot.

        "I think it went well...they painted our hair gold." I added, looking at Leah.

        "I influenced next seasons trend." Leah bragged.

        "Carrie told me you basically shot only in underwear," Karen said, smiling.

        "Yes, it was overtly sexual."

        "Interesting," Karen replied.

        "Hot," Leah said.

        Karen walked in the studio classroom, and Leah sat with me as I checked the eleven am class in.

        "Want to do something this weekend? I'm free." Leah asked

        "I have a new shipment of clothes from the Diesel shoot, want to get high and organize it with me."

        "Free clothes for me too?"

        "Yes."

        Andrew rushed through the door thirty minutes before our classes started, out of breath.

        "I found us a house!"

        "What? Where?" I forgot that Andrew wanted to move in together.

        "It's in Leah's neighborhood, at the bottom of the hill closer to Ventura Blvd, in Sherman Oaks. My agent told me about it, and I just walked through the house with the owner. The actor who owns it lives in Malibu and does not use it anymore. A three bedroom, three bath, huge yard. It's perfect!"

        The house sounded expensive.

        "How much?" I asked.

        "They are willing to cut us a major deal. The rent is somewhere close to three or four thousand a month. But the owner told me he'd rent it to us for two thousand."