Soo this one day I asked Keith to write the blog and he didn't.
And then this other day he said he'd be online all day and wasn't.
What a LIAR!

Okay, I actually don't care. I don't even think anyone reads these anymore? Please love me? Please love us? Please love Abstractionstudios?
Thank you?

Okay, so it turns out that the meeting happened, Kye was something like 30 minutes late and Keith had to pick him up.

OH! But I get ahead of myself.

Allison came a little early because Keith didn't confirm that the meeting was at 5:00, so we were all sitting around, having a loverly chat, when all of a sudden this (mechanical-to my hearing) whistling hideously LOUD (to Allison and me) sound errupted. Apparently my reaction was to gasp and raise my hands into "I surrender" position, although that's not what I recall. In any case, we all were surprised and scared and confused. Eventually Keith determined that it couldn't have come from outside and that it must have come from downstairs. I asked Keith's dad if he heard it and he said "No, was I supposed to?" Which freaked me out because it was really really loud and I felt like I was going insane. So Keith grabbed his knife, and we all headed downstairs. As we got there, I grabbed a ...spackle...spreader...you know what I'm talking about, because I didn't want to be left weaponless. Keith then sent me into one of the rooms downstairs, the room which happened to house every tool you could think of, and I realized how many different ways one person could be murdered. To end this little ditty, nobody was down there, and we never found out what the sound was and we feel like it stole a little bit of our souls.

Anyway, the meeting, at first, went slowly, as Keith was explaining the need to act our little hearts out, and to not try to be cool because you feel like you'll look like an idiot, because in the end, that's what makes you look like an idiot. I was explaining the need for a different mood, where we could have fun, but we needed to be serious, and when it was time to do our jobs, we'd do them. Which is funny because I basically put makeup on the actors and sit around, hold things, watch things, and walk around if we need shadows to make it look like there are more people than there actually are.

We then had Keith and Emily act out the script for Kye and Allison, as Emily almost died of embarrasment, although she didn't do badly at all.

Then we had Kye and Allison run over the script, and Keith made them re-do it several times for each scene giving new instructions. Allison was PERFECT, I wanted to start crying, because she did things that I never would have even thought of but were so amazingly perfect. Kye also got so much better, he got the attitude of the script and started to really "get" the character.

At the end of the night, Keith showed everyone the (mostly) done scene one, and all were happy. Emily nearly cried as she tried to explain a deep emotion she was having. These were the only words that came out, "That... that's me! That's you! That...that is us, we're there, it's part of us and everyone can see it..." Although I can't explain what she meant, I understood her, and wanted to cry too because she was so happy.

All in all, it was a very good night.

Love from this side of the computer,
Ramona

OH! I started painting, maybe Keith can put up some of my stuff for our deviations. And if you really want them you could buy them...or make fun of me for having no talent. Either way, at least we get some publicity.
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