I hadn’t even gone over my lines yet. Thank God I didn’t have too much to say. The writers had killed off my evil twin, so I wasn’t pulling double duty anymore. And I wasn’t in the middle of a big story line at the moment. This was good for me as a mom, because I had more time with Sarah, but not so good as the sole breadwinner in my family. I got paid by the episode, after all. I pulled out my script and looked over the dialogue. Pretty straightforward. I was just about to call Jakes when I was summoned to set. I ran out the back door and gingerly stepped over a multitude of cables to get to my character’s living room set. My costar and newest on-screen love interest, Brad Lamont, was waiting for me. “Let’s run this while the cameras move over,” he said. “Good idea,” I agreed, and so we did—about ten times, which was nine times too many for me. I feel that running lines too much makes them stale, but a lot of other actors like to do it. It proved to be a good move today, though, because we did all our scenes in one take each.
