Actor: Hey kid, I need you to lock this door for real
PA: I'm ... I'm just a PA, uh
Actor: Just do it
*Action!*
Actor: [takes out real tools]
Actor: [intense]
*Cut!*
Director: wtf, Brian?
Actor: look, I need to do this
Director: it's already open, Brifus, just do the little lock-picking twitches with the props and open the fucking door like the pro you're supposed to be portra-
Actor: One. MORE.
Director:
Director:
*Action!!*
Actor: [sweat beads]
Actor:
*Cuuut!!*
Director: ffs you're making my tonsils explode, Brian. We're already behind schedule.
Actor: just one more, Bill. I've been watching you tubes, I got this... i wanna.. this year I mean, my acting going upnexeveljustonemore
Director: No, fuck you. Frederick, open the goddam prop doorlock from the inside, let's get this scene and move on.
Actor: no no i can
*Action!!*
Actor: [looks to camera, grabs handle opens door and sets lock for real, closes it]
Actor: [get's back into character, crouching, knee to floor. Desperation. Sweat beads. Concentration.]
Actor:
Director: [roundhouse kicking chair]
Director: [about to yell cut]
*click*
*door is lock-picked open*
Director:
Director: [barely audible] Cut!!
Director: [deep breathing] [crushing script page into a ball] [walks to office]
Everyone: umm
Actor: [turns on his fully functional in-ear walkie talkie spy prop] don't know what you're mad about, Bill. We got a helluva scene; I'm telling ya, this is the year, it's all abou-
Director: don't know what I'm mad about? Hell of a sceeene?!
[loud bangs, lamp trashing heard room next door]
Director: hell of a scene, Brifuck? It's useless!! Uussseeeelleeesssssss aaaaahh
Actor: useless? Whatdoya mean useless?! I gave you gold, sweetchums. The real deal! I fucking lock-picked that door for you. It's not even that difficult, there's this youtube ch-
Director: [high pitch laughter breaking up] you framed all surprised, moran! When it opens we see you almost smile and jump and get relief! Your asinine character is supposed to be super tense and has done this almost every episode.
Actor: ... Well, edit the surprise out. Why are you acting like a big baby? I'll give you some more of the smooth entry if that's what you need...
Director: [walking back on set] oh so you're telling me how to shoot this now
Actor: YOU are telling me how to act this out all Fakey and Lame, this-
Director: THAT's MY JOB! [bane breaks the back of a lighting stand, throws the two pieces every which way] aaaaaa
Actor: And mine is to act out the best way possible for this scene, dog gone it.
Producer: [walking in, raises ray bans to look around] oh for Tiffany's sake, light that fireplace and queue the soft funk. Get to the scenes that pay the billssss
[finger twirls]
Safety Instructions: it's THUNDER ROAD!
You're doing what they taught you to do you're acting how you learned to act to protect yourself. Even in what you're not doing, you're doing it. I don't presume to know what you need to learn next but I do know sometimes the only way home lies in the unlearning unrelenting unlearning Now come on home, guapa; you're doing it wrong. (not completely) but really come on! -- H.A. & A. 2010
Te busqué en el aeropuerto porque a ti te gustaba el ruido. te busqué en la avenida te busqué en la televisión te busqué porque a ti te gustaba encontrarte entre la gente, y el ruido. Nuestro rüido en el aeropuerto porque así se quedaba el bus. nuestro rüido en la ida nuestro rüido en la loción nuestro rüido porque a mi me gustaba perderte entre la menté y el bus. Te busqué en los nidos. nuestro ruido no se movió, no. Te busqué en el salvavidas bajo el asiento. te busqué entre la guitarra que empaqué. te busqué en el espejo de bajo del acento porque a ti te gustaba la gente no se movió, no. no se movió (el del espejo y el rüido). Te busqué antes que te perdieras entre mis expresos y entre mis autopistas y entre mis paredes y en mis guaridas. emigré para buscarte
otro capital ido
nuestro intersticio
era menos convulso.
Some lines you can never see Until you cross them. Some lights you can only feel At night, with closed eyes, wanting. The blur of me Learns and sleeps.
Maybe I left myself in Boston
I'm walking home tonight.
Maybe I left myself in the station
my pieces, stayed the while.
-
I'm calling
You're sleeping
I'm buying myself a couple of packs.
And
you're phasing
I'm fading out
I'm gazing myself a couple stars
via @velvetynk (thanks! )
Tangles of fire. Strands of night. Rifts of smoke, breaking the flights. The thought of you is unavoidable sometimes.
Héctor A. DelManzano I am a singer-songwriter-composer-software-developer-monstruosity currently alive near San Juan, PR. This is a secret place... ssshhh. Lomo pictures, poetry, songs in progress: updates, previews and musings. There's also bandcamp and twitter goto(!) contact for more.
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