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yourselves.”
     
    It took me a second to realize he
was talking to me. He was standing right in front of me, an arms length away.
He was taking in my partner and I with his green eyes. All I could think was,
“He may not know Freedom Fighter Seven, but he knows me. Why isn’t he using my
name?”
     
    “Sorry, stagger?” I blurted out.
     
    “Yes, stagger. As in walk a
distance in front of or behind the person next to you. The both of you are
nearly the same height; you’re blocked from the camera. Again.”
     
    We started over, finished the
sequence, and that was it. He didn’t say another word to us, he just directed
the next group to get started.
     
    My stomach felt icy. There was no
denying it, no explaining it away. He had been standing three feet from me,
looked me in the eye, so he must have recognized me. And had disregarded any
connection between us apart from the scene at hand. This was work, and I was
just another extra again.
     
    For the next hour, I did the
scenes feeling wooden and beaten. When they called for a break, I went out with
the rest of the extras, grabbed a water bottle, and leaned up against the wall
of the studio. The constant standing and walking was taking its toll so I
pulled off my boots and began massaging my feet.
     
    No matter what, I thought, this is
my last day working here. Tonight I’m going to start looking for a new job, and
that will be it. No more stupid costumes, no more stupid props, no more stupid
Scott.
     
    One of the production assistants
was walking towards me, looking for all the world like an indignant bird,
holding a clipboard in front of him, his elbows stretched to his sides.
     
    He even squawked like a bird,
“Stand up, you’re going to ruin the costume. It’s worth more than you. I could
get you fired for this.” I added to the list in my head: no more stupid
production assistants.
     
    I stood up, barely coming up to
the young man’s chest. Standing with my fists on my hips, fixing him with the
most I’m-too-tired-for-this stare I could muster I said, “Is that what was so
urgent, you came all the way over here?”
     
    His indignation fell from his
face, replaced with consternation. He addressed the space an inch above my
head.
     
    “Mr. Rushmand wishes to see you in
his trailer after the shoot.”
     
    “Did he specifically use my name?”
     
    The assistant looked confused.
“Yes.”
     
    I nodded. I stepped closer to him.
“So what you’re telling me is you walked over here, yelled at me for sitting in
a costume that is meant to look dirty, threaten to have me fired, with the
knowledge that Scott Rushmand, director of this movie, founding member of this
studio, has asked for me personally. Now does that sound smart to you?”
     
    The assistant didn’t even respond.
He just shook his head, eyes filled with terror, and turned to go. I looked
around and saw that Gary was standing not too far away. He seemed surprised
more than anything else. I nodded at him, as if to say, “I mean business.”
     
    As strong as my demonstration had
been, my hands were shaking as I put on my boots. As nice as it was to know I
could tell someone off, I was definitely not comfortable with this yet. Had the
guy been a little more determined, I really could have lost my job.
     

Chapter Five
     
    The rest of the shoot was
uneventful, what with more walking interspersed with bouts of standing. I felt
sad as I disrobed, not wanting to give up my fatigues. Slipping into my orange
and yellow sundress, I felt almost naked against what I was about to face. I
wanted to be fierce; I wanted to be suited up for war. But in the dress, I felt
as vulnerable as when I had worn the slave girl outfit for the first time.
     
    Outside it was dark, the
California night warm as I made my way to the trailer of “Mr. Rushmand”. I felt
like a bundle of frayed nerves, uncertain as to how things would play
themselves out. The lights of the trailer were on and I could see a