It was bumper-to-bumper at the In-N-Out Burger. The moon hung low above the palm trees against the midnight sky while Shaniqua saddled up next to José, putting her lips to his ear. “I’m feelin’ gooooood tonight, baby” she whispered. “Just don’t hog all the ketchup this time, bitch” came José’s reply.
With immediate bestial abandon, Shaniqua threw her head back, peals of laughter erupting from her throat. And without warning, her newly formed fangs plunged deep into José’s jugular, leaving him gasping for breath and choking on his own blood.
Shaniqua was finished in time to order Double-Doubles & strawberry milkshakes for two. She had a couple homeless friends who were bound to be hungry by now. They’d been good to her. She owed them. Besides, she’d quenched her appetite and had little regard for fast food as of late. Fast blood was another matter.
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I miss New York. It was bound to happen eventually. I miss my friends, I miss the seasons and I miss my dog. Still, if there’s any chance of my making any money in this crazy business we call show, it’s out here. And I haven’t even started yet. I already had a good audition at an agency and they’re just waiting for me to get new headshots. $100 on Melrose for decent color pics. Easy. Stay, Tarek. You can totally do this. And becoming bi-coastal is not that difficult to achieve. I’m already going back east for Thanksgiving. So there, I’m bi-coastal.
My friend Frank, whom I know from NYC but has since moved out to LA, says that just because you’ve been through the whole New York initiation experience you’re not necessarily prepared to deal with LA. LA is its own beast, its own monster. He’s so right.
Made a friend on set. He gave me his card. Turns out he’s one of the casting directors for The Lair. Ahahahaha! That show cracks me up. I used to watch Dante’s Cove pretty religiously, from which The Lair spun off. Not the direction I’m going in, however. I’m losing weight (yay!) but I’m a far cry from those studmuffins.
Had to play a nerd for The Big Bang Theory. Roseanne’s Johnny Galecki was there. I wanted to tell him how much I enjoyed him in The Little Dog Laughed when it was still off-Broadway. He was nekked onstage. Full frontal nudity, the whole shebang. Now that’s acting.
It was fun playing a nerd and being around others playing nerds or who were nerds in real life. I’ve always thought I fit in better with those who tend to be on the geeky side. There’s no pressure. You can be yourself, which can’t be said for many social situations. Especially out here.
Our last shot had us chasing the lead actor down Warner Bros’ backlot, mob style. He had stolen and was running away with the only reel of Raiders Of The Lost Ark that had 21 extra seconds in it, originally deleted from its final theatrical print back in, what, 1982? (Were any of these kids even born then? I’m sure Mr. Galecki was, even tho he’s playing younger….) We were supposed to be in a collective rage. I couldn’t stop laughing. I wasn’t the only one, thankfully. We wrapped at 2:30AM, exhausted but well fed from excellent catering. All in a day’s work, compatriots xoxo
With immediate bestial abandon, Shaniqua threw her head back, peals of laughter erupting from her throat. And without warning, her newly formed fangs plunged deep into José’s jugular, leaving him gasping for breath and choking on his own blood.
Shaniqua was finished in time to order Double-Doubles & strawberry milkshakes for two. She had a couple homeless friends who were bound to be hungry by now. They’d been good to her. She owed them. Besides, she’d quenched her appetite and had little regard for fast food as of late. Fast blood was another matter.
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I miss New York. It was bound to happen eventually. I miss my friends, I miss the seasons and I miss my dog. Still, if there’s any chance of my making any money in this crazy business we call show, it’s out here. And I haven’t even started yet. I already had a good audition at an agency and they’re just waiting for me to get new headshots. $100 on Melrose for decent color pics. Easy. Stay, Tarek. You can totally do this. And becoming bi-coastal is not that difficult to achieve. I’m already going back east for Thanksgiving. So there, I’m bi-coastal.
My friend Frank, whom I know from NYC but has since moved out to LA, says that just because you’ve been through the whole New York initiation experience you’re not necessarily prepared to deal with LA. LA is its own beast, its own monster. He’s so right.
Made a friend on set. He gave me his card. Turns out he’s one of the casting directors for The Lair. Ahahahaha! That show cracks me up. I used to watch Dante’s Cove pretty religiously, from which The Lair spun off. Not the direction I’m going in, however. I’m losing weight (yay!) but I’m a far cry from those studmuffins.
Had to play a nerd for The Big Bang Theory. Roseanne’s Johnny Galecki was there. I wanted to tell him how much I enjoyed him in The Little Dog Laughed when it was still off-Broadway. He was nekked onstage. Full frontal nudity, the whole shebang. Now that’s acting.
It was fun playing a nerd and being around others playing nerds or who were nerds in real life. I’ve always thought I fit in better with those who tend to be on the geeky side. There’s no pressure. You can be yourself, which can’t be said for many social situations. Especially out here.
Our last shot had us chasing the lead actor down Warner Bros’ backlot, mob style. He had stolen and was running away with the only reel of Raiders Of The Lost Ark that had 21 extra seconds in it, originally deleted from its final theatrical print back in, what, 1982? (Were any of these kids even born then? I’m sure Mr. Galecki was, even tho he’s playing younger….) We were supposed to be in a collective rage. I couldn’t stop laughing. I wasn’t the only one, thankfully. We wrapped at 2:30AM, exhausted but well fed from excellent catering. All in a day’s work, compatriots xoxo
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