“Honey,” she said in the middle of the first course. “Have you let your character in yet?” “What do you mean, Shaz?” I replied, slightly wearily.
I always find that when another actor wants to discuss character, it means that they want to discuss your character — and what you need to do so that they can play their character the way they want.
“How many dead people have you played?” “Tons. I only ever play dead people,” I said, gloomily. “So you know. Have you let him in?”. She spoke quietly and looked at me with a burning intensity.
She had never looked better, even if she insisted on cutting her own hair with her nail scissors. She was a great beauty and her eyes were hypnotic. I was swept in by their drama, even if I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
“Sort of,” I said, feeling my way. “Sure. I felt that,” Sharon replied. “Man, she came into me last night. She’s right there.” Sharon banged her chest with her fist, then opened her fingers and grabbed one of her breasts, shaking it with passion. A man at the next table nearly fell off his chair.
“You mean Mrs Philby?”. “Oh yeah! She is in such pain. I’m trying to live with her, but she’s gonna take over. I can feel it. Once they take over…” She whistled and shook her head.
I cleared my throat to deliver my next line. “No, Philby hasn’t come into me yet, thank God, and frankly I hope he doesn’t. He was a ghastly old lush, wasn’t he?”.