Here's what's happening: Ross and Jeremy have officially agreed to be our mail truck driver and C.J. Wilkington, respectively. But unfortunately, now that we've got our people who are to be seduced by Chris, Chris appears to be backing out. He says we should film after school instead. I don't know what he's talking about; everybody's got stuff after school, including (and especially, once play rehearsals start) him.
Anyway, I suppose that our scheduled Saturday morning filming is postponed until further notice, unless somebody can get Chris to do it. Frankly, I am despairing of ever getting this thing made. We'll never get any progress made after school; if we don't film on the weekends, we'll never film at all. I am extremely dejected and unable to see any way to get this done if Chris won't do Saturdays.
Also, my mother didn't have a chance to get the Union for us for Saturday (although she could still try again if I asked her to and she had enough time). But probably that's okay, because she did get the Farmhouse Museum (yes, it's mostly the wrong time period, but apparently it has some rooms that would make fine secret hideouts) for us for next Friday when we don't have school. I know we're having our Valentine's party that day, but let's make time for filming too. Of course, that's assuming that we ever manage to get any filming done at all. I really, really want to, of course – you know how attached to this movie I am – but I just don't know. If Chris won't, then I don't think we can, you know? But we've made too much progress for us to throw it out the window. Not to mention, I think it's pretty cool to have the Farmhouse – I want to take advantage of that. You won't believe this, but when she was asking the curator for permission, my mom mentioned how we came up with this whole thing – with my Bell's palsy and everything – and the curator said that she'd had Bell's palsy too! So apparently that was part of the reason why she decided to give us permission, or something.
But anyway…I guess if we want to be optimistic, then…maybe we could still work Saturday. Craig, any chance of us being able to do the credits (i.e., at your house; I know it's horrible and impolite to invite ourselves over this way, but we would need your computer) then? Let us know, okay? Or maybe we could do the scene with O'Grady's monologue, if we could just find some way of not needing to make an instant segue into the mail truck scene. Is there some kind of shot we could have in between them? Or maybe if we could get Ryan, we could do the part with Blythe…but I don't know what we would do for costumes…
I don't know, guys. I'm very depressed about this whole thing. I'm trying, but I don't know who else is, and it's a very sad and lonely feeling. Can't anyone think of some way to make all this work? If you can, please let me know. I'll be lying here in on my floor in a heap of misery and despair.
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