The People From LA (Part 8)

     Another bright and early morning.  This was stuff-shuttling day, when a rental truck would get packed with clothes and various, well, stuff.  We would lose the Cadillac, the gentlemen would get their own vehicles, and I'd drive the truck down to their temporary digs in Encinitas.
     My preferred time of departure from the Marriott had been four a.m., so as to beat traffic.  This was vetoed aggressively, in favor of putting trust in the HOV lanes to make time.  (I suspected Frankie had the loudest veto, as he didn't want to miss his last breakfast at the Marriott.)

The People From LA (Part 9)

     I was nosy on the way back and asked how the day's shoots had gone.
     "If I haven't mentioned it before, Lenny, one of the things I like about you is your reliability.  Rick pulled a powder on us today, we have no stills.  We don't know if it was a tantrum on his part, an attack of idiocy, or a dead family member.  All we know is all day, no Rick.  I have a hard time believing he'd be so unprofessional as to simply refuse to work with Steve," said Angel.

The People From LA (Part10)

     Bekka agreed to the use of her car, with one stipulation:  she did the driving.

Bored (Part 1)

     "I am bored," Bekka declared.

     "I am bored, I am bored, I am bored!" she continued.  I was sensing a pattern.

     "So I take it you're bored, darling?" I asked.  "Chairman of the bored?"

     "That was terrible... But damn straight, cupcake.  Don't take this the wrong way, but even sex doesn't have any appeal right now.  I wanna go do something, some form of activity, possibly something interactive involving other people.  Hell, going up to the mansion and watching them finish the sound stages and fill the pools would be interesting compared to this."

Bored (Part 2)

     "A good lunch, but I'm still bored," said Bekka.  "I have an idea...."
     "What's that?" asked The Director.
     "Mini golf.  Who's up for mini golf?"
     "Love to, but I can't," said Small Steve.  "I've got sound cables to run in ceilings.  Like, a lot of them.  We figured tracing the same lines as lights would work for microphones, and the boom mikes could run on casters, just scoot 'em around."
     "Won't you end up with dead spots in the audio?"
     "Remains to be seen.  It's either gonna work really well, or it's gonna suck.  No middle point.  If it sucks, we just go back to regular boom mikes."
     "I'll be on the phone all damn afternoon helping proof a script.  I could do it myself in five minutes: dialogue, fuck, dialogue, fuck, dialogue, fuck, dialogue, fuck.... With the correct amounts of time inserted for each segment.  And yes, you're in, Bekka."
     "Yaay!" cheered Bekka.  She liked working with scripts. Some girls hated it, preferring to do nothing but loops.