I've been caught up recently in the movie I'm acting in. We're close to finishing it, but after that there's all the editing, and a few re-shoots if they're unhappy with how things turned out. That part is the troublesome one. I hate re-dos, and it's not my fault that some of my co-stars can't act. ( Why would you -really- want to read this?Collapse )
I hired a new designer for my agency. They didn't ask for one, but with the quality of material and style plummeting, I felt it might be good to introduce some new blood. She's talented enough to make it.
My life has been interesting of late. The publicity ads they've shown me for the new movie makes it look more intriguing than I think it actually is. Box-office smash, but no awards. Again. Ah, well. I get paid more than enough for my time.
I will see to it that my next role is not only the side of "good". As I watch more old films, I realize how much fun it would be to be the villian. I'll have to be very, very careful though. A good villian is rare these days, and I want it to be worth my time.
I must contact my manager; I want out of my current modeling gig. Some of the stuff they're making me wear is absolutely attrocious. Things more like my little brother would wear than I.
Another mailbox full of panties. My dog is having a field day. It's theraputic to watch her tear them to shreds. If only I could do that to some of my stalkers. Too bad that blood and human flesh is difficult to clean out from beneath fingernails.
I am beginning to get type-cast, and I do not wish that to happen. I have had enough of playing the emo pretty-boy protagonist. I want to try being the villan once...it'd be...refreshing, in a way. We'll see what I can get after this movie is out in theatres.
I should check on my brother soon. He does seem to hate it.