Boarded the 6 Train at 4:45AM this morning and was not alone. Hair and Makeup camera ready drinking my stiff coffee after four hours of sleep, I was amongst Friday night club revelers taking the long ride home and still discussing the DJ's old school sounds...NO SLEEP TIL BROOKLYN.
After wading through the sea of extra's and a steaming hot breakfast line that wrapped around the corner, places were set for a day of madness. A day of Exteriors.
Stood on Park Avenue next to the Waldorf Astoria in front of the breathtaking St. Bartholomew's Church for twelve hours and watched the sun rise and set over the set of Salt. As the paparazzi created the mass hysteria of an Angelina frenzy and Liev held his beautiful blonde baby between takes, the NYPD bagpipe music put us all in the mourning spirit....
One partial scene in the can. 12 hours of work on my time card. I'm zonked.
Rolling, Action, Cut, Wrap, Home, Hallelujah!
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time
No sleep til'
Are you rockin the party eight days a week?
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