Chapter Seven
“Sort of feels like I’m a clown,” I say to Marina, the assistant to the director, as she hovers behind the make-up artist.
“Has to be applied thickly so it shows up properly on camera,” she replies, an iPad clutched firmly between perfectly polished fingernails.
“Gotcha,” I reply.
It is my first day on set, and I am trying to be as amenable as possible. The entire thing is a new experience for me. Luckily Fredrick is cutting me a break and starting me off with a scene actually on a set, as opposed to the rest of my scenes in front of a green screen.
“So, remember,” Marina says, clearly having been told to help me out throughout the day by Fredrick. “Today’s scene is Sophie fighting with her father about dropping out of college.”
“Right, right,” I say, closing my eyes as
