Chapter Eighteen
Ida
Faye’s a real sport. Not a touch of prima donna about her. She’s agreed to the rewritten bedroom scene. While Joey’s blocking out the scene on set with our stand-ins, Tamara’s going through it with Faye and me in an adjoining room.
In the first section, we’re supposed to tumble into bed, Veronica on top of Mindy, look each other in the eyes intensely, and kiss—again. This is just choreography and we don’t rehearse the kiss, nor do we really look each other in the eye—at least not very intensely. We practice falling backward onto the bed while Tamara directs us vis-à-vis where the camera will be when we shoot.
After last night, it does feel different to have Faye drag me on top of her. There’s only so much you can pretend when you’re acting. There’s always a real pe
