OW . . . my shins hurt. Someone come massage them for me **cries**
I almost had it out with the director tonight. I even questioned him infront of people because I just don't like how is making me act Marcellous. He wants me to play him like a cartoon character (remember on Looney Toons where there were these two dogs . . . a big one and a little one . . . and the little one was really hyper going "so what are we going to do next? Huh? Huh? Huh?" and jumping all over the place . . . that is how he wants me to play it).
In the scene where Harold tells me that he added uniforms and textbooks to the scheme, I played it like a real person would, being like "Woah. wait a minute. You can't do that. You are going to get caught." But he wants me to play it like Harold is my hero and I am super excited that he is doing that. And I said to him, "Excuse me. In the scene before this, you wanted me to play this very skeptical and now you want me super excited that he is going through with this? It doesn't make sense. Why would Marcellous change so quickly." His answer was . . . "Because I said so."
God that ticked me off so bad.
"They're eating her and then they're going to eat me. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!" -Troll 2
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