6am my Producer finally calls. He’s sorry, his phone died. He doesn’t ‘get’ why he needs to pay my car towing bill. It wasn’t his fault he ditched me.
It just happened.
Just to get the car out of impound.
We filmed more shots.
I had to find my Zen, align my chakras, breathe heavily, pray to everyone and everything to keep a professional and straight face.
We finished after my Producer ignored me, and tells the crew and talent he paid for my car to get out of impound (he didn’t) and finally, runs into me at one of the last days filming, with his wife, to let me know..
He still hasn’t paid me.
Made some good connections and had a nasty taste of the reality of the film industry.
I am THE all time champion flirt.
I am ashamed of you Angel Fisher.
Mortified.
I should have at least pinched him weeee little bum or something.
Also, It was thrown out to me that the talent wants me to go on a national Tour, then a tour around
I was also asked by the amazing Lindsey to assist for an upcoming short film.
And on our last drive home from filming, she and I made up some funny random skits that we want to make.
Stoked.
I’m going to start writing scripts for them next time I feel eager to do it.
High Five.
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