So bright eyed and optimistic I stepped back into the AIB. It was fantastic seeing everyone again, and starting to feel that familiar sense that I'd returned to training for the career I love. Being closer to the town I had to wake up a bit earlier than normal to get in, but despite forgetting my jeans the bus journey in went smoothly enough.
The Monday Morning Production Meeting hadn't changed a bit, excuses about a complete lack of timetable and a few escalating arguments between lecturers, it was comfortingly nostaligic. The great news was yet to come though, we had a guest lecturer coming in that afternoon!
After the meeting was over I spent some more time catching up and went to the main Uni to get something to eat as well as sign up to the gym. Unfortunately dress code meant I wasn't allowed in, but I got all the roughage I needed from the drywall outside.
We went back in to the Studio and saw our guest lecturer was none other than Danny Glover! He was giving a lecture about working with actors, relevant to our upcoming unit (which reminded me, I needed to arrange a meeting with my actors now we were all back in Bournemouth). The ice was broken quickly as we all tried out our Murtaugh impressions, which Mr Glover found hilarious, eventually motioning for us to quieten down so he could begin.
He started by discussing the issues common to most actors on shoot days, and how he'd had a rocky start on the Lethal Weapon series when Richard Donner had insisted against using blanks in the guns for geniune authenticity. I scribbled down "Fire live ammunition at actors for geniune emotion" and someone shouted out another 'I'm too old for this shit!'. Mr Glover smirked but quickly when back to his discussion, one of my classmates couldn't resist one more go.
The rest was a blur, Mr Glover managed to beat the guy unconscious before we could drag him off. It would have been worse, but he wasn't able to leap over the front two rows successfully, and tripped knocking out a tooth. By the time he got to the victim, the student had already raised his guard, but perhaps that just spurred Mr Glover on.
So under the sirens flickering against the backdrop of the dimmering sky, we all walked out to leave, taking a few moments to be questioned as Mr Glover was thrown struggling into the back of a police van.
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