I mean there’s been numerous embarrassing things that have happened to me on set. I have a real issue with trousers. Uh, i’d say pretty much every part and every character I’ve ever played, um, my trousers have split up the crotch.
It was created as a weapon; an organic spy mutt. And when the program was shut down, an extermination order was issued but carelessly executed. Some of them escaped, flew into the wild, mated with mockingbirds. So now we have the mockingjay. A species that shouldn’t exist; an offspring from our neglect. An object that is beyond our control.
My mother started taking me to acting classes because she thought it would help me focus my energies. I was this really anxious kid in grad school. I had my first panic attack when I was eight years old. I don’t know why, but as a kid I worried about things like our house burning down, and I’d wring my hands all the time. So my parents took me to a therapist. While I was figuring things out, something happened where I just thought, okay, all right, I want to act.
The blue shadows under his eyes. I wonder if he slept at all. Couldn’t have been long. I think of his agreeing to go with me yesterday, his stepping up beside me to protect Gale, his willingness to throw his lot in with mine entirely when I give him so little in return.