Wednesday, June 26, 2002

 
"But stay, for here comes the Queen. . . but who is that they bring, and with such maimed rights?"
I hopped into Alex's arms, knowing that was our cue. Trying to be as much like Nicole Kidman as possible, I allowed myself to go limp as Lindsay covered me with a blanket (a stand-in for the cloak we actually use). My arms and head drooped into unsupported space, my world suddenly blinded and blackened by thick fleece. Alex started forward.
A resounding iron thud-bang echoed through my skull, shaking me down to the bottom of my spine. Alex, unused to my head dangling at such an odd angle, had walked too near the scaffolding.
I was dazed, and I heard Eric laughing softly in concerned disbelief as Alex set me down, cradling me against him and frantically stroking my head. All this while I was still shielded by the fleece, my expression unreadable. It ached too much to cry. I felt Ben's hands on my back, but I just kept murmuring, "I'm fine, I'm fine, just keep going, please", because all I wanted to do was be able to lay down on the ramp. The pounding in my head insisted that I not stand for another minute. After the scene was over, I curled into Ali's blanket and sat in one of the lawn chairs, trying to concentrate on the rest of the actors.
Alex's note at the end of the run-through?
"Don't kill Norah."
11:19 PM

Monday, June 24, 2002

 
Did you know that I come home with a sprained nose a lot? I bet you're wondering why. I'll tell you. It's a sign of affection. And Ben has prominent cheekbones.
10:15 PM

Sunday, June 23, 2002

 
Did you know that when Polonius says "That's good, 'mobbled queen' is good" or "hot love on the wing", I have to laugh every single time? Because I just can't hate Cameron, as much as I try to at rehearsal. His eyes are just too blue.
8:55 AM