The next three weeks were enough to make her regret telling Bishop to take his head out of the sand. Kodi had never gone with so little sleep before, torturing herself nightly as the others also struggled to adapt to Bishop’s demands. New lines, new scenes, and the film was going to be an hour and fifteen minutes long with their addition. And there was Kodi behind it all, staggering under the weight. The line between her character and her own distinct mental state began to blur with how little time she had to herself. She barely talked whether in character or out, and the mask began to feel so familiar that whenever she woke up without it, she felt like she was missing something.
They started leaving an hour earlier in the mornings and coming home late, typically at ten, eleven, occasiona
