Then it was closing night of Slaughterhouse-Five at Curio, I got to see the last ten minutes of it from the wings and then stick around while the set was struck and for the cast party afterwards. It's always a sad thing when a play is completed. I look at Trillian's resume and realize that a completed play is one more line, one more abstraction on the way to success, but having been here for so many of them, those single lines are all memories of things born of work and emotion and reduced to that -- the name of a play, the name of a character, and then the next line comes along. It was sad to see Slaughterhouse go, but the things that are coming up I'm excited about -- they'll be things, and then they'll be lines on a resume and I'll savor the experience in the moment and try not to lament it too much when it's gone.
Day six of Stills From a Movie That Never Existed.
One of the most challenging shots from the series, one of the most uncomfortable for the actresses, to be sure. Everyone worked hard on this -- it's a line in our resume's, to be sure, but there's a thing left over at the end. I grasp onto the things.
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