Picture this: it's a warm Friday night, you just got a haircut and you're being picked up by a Crow you've never met before. You get into the dark grey Prius and excitedly anticipate your arrival at Stacy's mom's house. Immediately upon entering her house you die because directly to your left there is this dog
who is not alone, no. Once your eyes adjust to the sheer beauty that is this life-sized dog statue you notice something odd directly behind it. You rub your eyes, but it's really there. It is this:
That's right, this ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
The Big Dog. Has Another, Smaller Dog. Right. Behind. It.
I know what you're thinking: Kat I have not, nor will I ever find myself in this situation. And to that I say, of course not, this was about me, duh.
Friday we all flocked to Stacy's mom's (lol @fountainsofwayne) house, braved the fake doggos, and did the first read through of the Just Like the Men script! The night was warm and inviting, ideal for sitting inside and reading, and the atmosphere inside the home was so surreal. I look to my left and there is a table brimming with snacks. I look to my right and there is a wall that matches my shirt exactly. As the adults around me all drank La Croix unironically, I realized that I was the youngest person there and immediately felt like a lil baby. Keeping my cool, I whipped out my laptop and began to examine my notes, you know, like grown ups do.
Stacy and Cassidy had put me in charge of taking notes, so between bites of food and sips of Ginger Ale I jotted down literally everything I could. Megan is gluten free. Stacy's husband thought she was gay when they first met. Cassidy scared the previous intern so bad that she to this day won't talk to the crows... 😶
Things began to settle down and we gathered round the table, scripts in hand. I had not only a paper copy of the script in front of me, but my trusty laptop ready for my note-taking to proceed. We had a few actors from outside of Bellingham Skype in. Except they didn't actually Skype, we used Google Hangouts. But who says someone "Google Hangouted In?" That just sounds terrible. So we had a few actors Skype in, with the exception of one Facetiming us on Cassidy's phone. The reading begins. The script as I had read it suddenly came to life in front of me. The people I had formerly pictured in my head as fictitious characters materialized at that long Mahogany table. As I followed the story and wrote down everything I could think of, I realized what was going to make this film great. I looked around and saw not only a team of professional filmmakers, but I saw a group of people who deeply care about one another. This whole time I've been working with Stacy and Cassidy trying to uncover their secrets in filmmaking when the biggest one was right in front of me the whole time: their friendships. :')
Then I realized I had to pee.
It was no more than a mere whisper "where is the bathroom?" and I was whisked away to the hall. Upon my entry to the equally fabulous bathroom, I notice there is a GIANT TREE IN THE SHOWER. No kidding. This sent me in a tizzy. I had so many questions: why does the palm tree need a bath? Is it getting enough light? How long has it been here? Do you move it when you shower or are you supposed to shower with it? Is it some kind of special shower tree that I didn't know about??
So many questions.
When I came back we were over half-way done, and when we finished the script everybody clapped. Excitement filled my chest, and I could tell that I am going to be part of something beautiful. While I know creating film isn't easy, with a team like this it's going to be hard to fail.
(has got it going on)