The director kept mussing up my hair and rewetting my face, trying to create the right look of trouble. But you know what really would have helped? A black eye. It would have looked my intruder had given me a good tuneup.
One day later, I was given a ridiculous shiner, and now I can’t shoot anything, and I don’t know what I’m going to do if I get an audition.
Sunday went amazingly, and I can’t wait for the edit. But more importantly, thanks a lot, stupid face.
