This is a story of what friends do for each other, when friends are actors. In no other world is this likely to happen.
I was rudely awoken this morning by the clamour of my mobile ringing. It was my flatmate who is currently filming a student TV drama at his drama school with a big Director. I thought I would answer it as he knows I work into the night and am usually asleep at 10am so surely it must be important.
The conversation went thus:
Him: “You know how much you love me?”
Me: “What do you want..”
Him “Can I borrow your duvet and pillows”
Me: “What? Whats wrong with yours?”
Him: “Director doesn’t think they are suitable for the shot, he wants different ones. Oh and can you bring it to the set.”
Me: “Oh God, well I’ll have to change the linen. Let me know when you need it for.”
Me: “Fuck Off”
In what possible other world, would someone risk their lives by taking the duvet and pillows from a sleeping woman who works nights and could have got another 2 hours sleep before going to work again.
I totally get the whole “do what you have to do to get the show on”. I work hard, never take sickies and I’m never late.
But what’s next? Has it got to the stage when we are so scared of the wrath of the “Director” that we’d kick a nun over in the street just to please them?
Luckily for my flatmate, I know the Director and just how intimidating he can be. So I compromised with some of my sets of linen which he is under strict instructions to wash.
And I told him to tell the Director if he wants any of my knickers or the shirt off my back, he can come and get them himself.
Somehow I think he might not pass that along.
Frothy Mocha x