I somehow managed not to make the couple of on-stage murders in LGD personal enough. And Robin (my agent) was fierce. "We have to care about them. We have to love them."
And she was right, of course.
So today, my job is to take essentially faceless victims, and give myself a reason to cry when they die. If I don’t hurt, the scenes won’t work.
This is the part of the job that isn’t fun.
