slave girl

they were rehearsing a shot with all the actors. i heard someone come over the walkie and say all the girl's tops had to be color-changed by the time they were ready to roll. i was going insane even trying to find a place to work, enough fabric, knowing there would not be enough time. the lead actress was sweet and kept trying to chat me up. all the other actors came in and brushed my stuff off the table so they could put their iphones and drinks down. i wanted to sweep all of their possessions onto the floor and scream at them. a little scruffy English boy wearing a kilt walked up to me and asked me if i needed an expert sewer. i threw my arms around him and nearly cried from relief. he saw then how in a jam i was and apologized for making a joke. i kept thinking, 'what is wrong with me? why am i here? why am i doing this job?