Butterfly On The Wall

The alarm goes off in the dark after a short stint of sleep between days.~ it is 4:30 am and I must not be late. It is a cold morning and I hop into a hot shower while the automatic coffee maker goes on. I must come camera ready for an early first shot of the day and I am sternly told to be there at least 15 minutes early  ~ I am always 30 minutes early ~ I hurry and am out the door in full make up and hair by 5:30  ~ magic! I like my time to acclamate to the surroundings of the day while I scout out the players in their designated corners.    First I float in and head for craft service ~ grab my second cup of java and meander about base camp.  Flitter passed wardrobe as they plug in the steamer, then cruise by the art department setting up their prop tables and bickering about who will build that silly IKEA table for the second shot. I breeze on through a couple of cute young grips moving wires and onto the Producer's t...

Growing up, my backyard was adjacent to an orange grove of about 10 acres.  There was a little creek with frogs and cattails and lots of places to explore. An old, kind of creepy, broken down house was the only structure on the land. It seemed abandoned, like a remnant from the old ranch days in california. One day, I was exploring after school and came across group of filmmakers shooting racing scenes on the property. I sat down and watched with the onlookers in the directors chairs. It was a small crew so I was not discouraged. The cutest little girl was playing and I started talking to her and her mother as her dad came up to them from the racing car.   I later recognized them asNatalie Wood, Robert Wagner, and little baby Natasha.

When I was 10, I was walking home from school one day when I saw the movie trailers parked in the little shopping area I frequented. I can remember the late afternoon gold of the sun. It was quite quiet for some reason.  I noticed the name on the trailer door said, "Dudley Moore" "wasn't that Arthur?" , I thought. Excited to be able to sneak in so easily to the movie village. I knocked on the door and it opened to reveal a warm smiling man. I told him I saw his name and just wanted to meet him. He invited me in to sit and have some soda. I asked him a couple of questions.. How long have you been acting? and Do you love it , were probably as deep as I went back then, but I remember wanting to ask smart questions so that he would take me seriously. He was such a gentleman. He showed such kindness and respect ~ I left feeling even more love for my favorite character. I believe this incident, made me feel a sense of safety in Hollywood ~ hahahahah ~