The Breakfast Club

Yesterday was my first day on shoot, and needless to say it was awesome. I of course was nervous the whole night before. I have this christmas stomach, which has stayed with me all these years. Christmas stomach is an affliction that young children have the night before Christmas, or at least what i had before christmas. I was excited about the day, that i couldn't fall asleep. I would close my eyes, then wake 5minutes later hoping it was morning. I still have that now, whether it is going on a trip back to Westchester, or a my birthday is approaching, i can't fall asleep. So Friday night, i stayed up to about 3 o'clock, doing nothing really but not wanting to go to sleep, because of the fear that i would have a horrible time

Call time for the crew was 10pm. I arrived at 9, sat outside for 45 minutes, went upstairs to the sit at 9:50 and was the first person there. The Producer was there, and as i tried to sneak past him to take a breather, he spotted me.

Producer: Beckett right?
Me: Yeah
Producer: You're early
Me: I'm always early
Producer: That's a good thing.

Slowly more people starting to show up. I was the only girl. They were nice though, we set up the set, stood around confused as to what to do next, and had laughs at out inexperience. The Director pretty muched stayed to himself, in totally director mood, which is like watching a neurotic man try to see his vision come to light, though none of us could see it. There was one from Scotland, who was really cool. I guess because most of the work was hands on constructing, they expect me to left heavy things, and move things around. Though i was willing. The kid from Scotland was in charge of cutting wood, though he has never cut it before, but somehow took pleasure in cutting something. For the majority of that hour, i spent "supervising" the work. I handed people nails, moved light things, and wondered how i was suppose to decorate this truly ugly room.

The walls were these wierd peach color, with a charley brown t-shirt border, the funiture was pretty, but the little odds and ends that make a house a home, where not there, and for the scene which was suppose to be a girls apparent, it looked sort of like a bachelors bad, with a carpet which smelled and looked like someone had pissed on it. For someone who had so much ideas for the set, it was a little surprising that the Art Director had shown up. As set dresser, i can't really do anything until she brings the material for me to decorate, so like a sitting duck with nothing to do, i picked a corner(those Damn corner) and watched. Watching was cool, it's weird to imagine that just a year ago, this was a concept, this concept grew into a story, this story to pre-production and now it's a vision. It was inspiring.

Boston showed up(sorry to refer to people by there hometowns) with a girl i had noticed at the meetings, and a boy i had never seen before. I don't know if it was because we were the only girls there, but slowly we kind of gravitated to each other, as she too took a corner and watched. She's from New Jersey, and as if written in the stars we clicked instantly. We were both set dressers, so we found some cloth, threw it over a table, and called it a masterpiece. Looked like crap, but it's all we had to work with. DAMN ART DIRECTOR. After staring at the set for what seemed like 5 years, we put it upon ourselves to get some febreeze, cause the pissed carpet smelled pretty horrible.

We walked the campus, talking about our hometowns, and reasons why we joined the club, we laughed as if we had known each other for years. After that little trip we made it back to the studio, spraying the carpet, and then went to go look for a table to use as a kitchen table. DAMN ART DIRECTOR. Of course the two shortest people were left to carry this heavy table up 3 floors and through some narrow doors, but we made it.

Finally the art director came, and she was not happy with how the set looked. Which is weird cause we had nothing to put in the set. While New Jersey and I were gone, the boys took it upon themselves to put up a picture and a flower on the table. She thought they looked ugly, and said we should have been watching those details. Though she is the ART DIRECTOR. and she showed up 3 hours late, if she had been there at 10, she could have considered all these things, showing up minutes before shooting starts doesn't leave you much time to want to change the set how you saw it in your mind, you should have done that at 10. Other than that small drama, shooting started as planned.

The actors were pretty scary looking, i mean the supporting male character had these creepy eyes, and i didn't know if he was staring at me or the light, or New Jersey, or Boston, or ART DIRECTOR, so i slinked away to escape his creepy glare. I mean i didn't expect them to be Gael Garcia Bernal, and Natalie Portman but...maybe not so normal, and average. There was nothing spectatular about their appearances. I mean i like cute that grows on you, neither of them had it.

There was sitting around once shooting started. And i don't think we expected that. All 9 of us were in this little room, eating quietly and staring at the ceiling. After a while though, jokes were being made, games were started, and we were this weird thrown together group of people. Who had not really known each other before that day, but in a common quest to create art we bonded. The producer was really cool, we all ended up playing hangman and eating way amounts of chips and cookies.

We then listened to the band who had offered to supply the music for the movie. We just listen to their cd, which was really bad. We once again moved to a smaller room, and listened to this noise blaring out of the computer, our faces must have shown our displeasure with the noise, and one by one we crept out of that room, back to our little whole.

Walking down this long high school like hallway, because for some reason the art school is basically built like a old highschool,with wooden floors, and lockers in the hallway, someone had remarked that it was like we were the kids from the Breakfast club. In this big building, all alone, we had formed some kind of magical bond, that doesn't happen often, and probably wont retain the sort of freshness as that day. New Jersey said that it was a weird kind of Saturday. It was weird because none of us woke up thinking we were going to in a building, laughing over a game of Hangman,and eating Sunchips with a familarity as if we had known each other before that day.

But it was a weird Saturday that i think we would all do again. It was really fun. Me and New Jersey left together, laughing at all that had just taken place and about the actors, and how crazy it was, but how fun it was.

It sucks though because i will only see them on Saturday, but i guess that makes even a little more special, an oasis from my crappy weeks filled with Mike and god knows all the other jerks i encounter during the week.

My mom warned me not to tell Mike about the club, who instantly wanted to join when i told him a couple of weeks ago that i was interested in this new club i had joined. My mom said that eventually, there will be a point where i can't keep hanging out with him because of whatever reasons i am. It's not that i don't know, friends don't treat there friends like he treats me, but i've always been bad at letting things ago, even when they aren't good for me. I think because in some way i assume it is my lack of something, that made the relationship disintergrate. When really it's his lack of beind a good friend, I was hoping in a way that he would notice how good of a friend i am, or wanted to be to him, but he's taken that for granted, and at this point, i don't think it would be wise to keep giving him the opporutunity of being a great friend.