Behind the Scene

IV. Little Yellow Sticky Note

Near the college was a neighbourhood center that allowed us to rent the place out so we could sleep andput a lot of the filming equipment. Laying down in my temporary room for the days we would be shooting at the college I was thinking about what Mads had whispered into my ear earlier that day. Having no real strong understanding of the danish language I had gone the whole day repeating what he had said in hopes of translating it.

I held the little yellow sticky note where I had, to the best of my ability, scribbled down the phonetics to what mads had told me.

Of course you could just ask him what he said.

I argued with myself for a couple of minutes before deciding that Mads would not tell me and that I would have to find out for myself.

Only wearing my undergarments, and not wanting to repeat a similar situation to when I ran out of my apartment bearing it all to the neighbours, I quickly put on a tee shirt and a pair of sweats. It was around 1130 so I tried my best to be as quiet as possible. I tip-toed down the hallway that had been assigned to all the actors that where on set and to one of the assistants rooms to see the room assignments.

In my mind the plan would work out to where I went to Jill -Sawyers assistant- and would ask her for the room assignment locating Mads language coach so he could translate the rough sketch I had of a sentence. I didn't really know what I would do after I found out what the sentence meant, but I was so focused on the obviously well thought out plan that I sort of ignored that part of the details.

"Jill?" I whispered lightly knocking on her door. "Jill, are you still awake?"

I rested my head on the door questioning what I was even doing.

Do you really think it would be that easy. You probably have every word on that post it note spelled wrong.

And even though I was one hundred percent sure that I misspelled every word on the note, some very stupid part of me gave me a sense of false hope to keep going.

"Jill? Jill. Jill. Jill? Are you asleep."

I heard a shuffle come from inside and the door opened swiftly. I saw Jill still dressed in what she had been wearing that day and with her headset still placed on her head.

"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" It was at that state of pure tiredness that Jill was in that I realized that my plan might not have been as people friendly, or time sensitive. But I was restless. I needed some form of comfort.

"Umm...I just wanted to make sure you were resting well, after this long day of hard work, and that you got to bed safely." I gave my best smile but the words weren't as forgivable.

She looked at me with a blank face, slowly raised her arm to see her watch to tell the time, and then backed away into her room and slammed the door in my face. I felt bad for her, but she didn't seem too angered so I just took a deep breath and thought of a plan B.

Alright plan B, just go to Sawyer's room and ask him. Or better yet just txt him. Knowing him he can't be asleep.

With another solid plan in my arsenal I went on my way back to my room to txt Sawyer what room he was in. As I tried my best to make it past each door without making too much noise the dimly lit hallway seemed to amplify each small noise that was being made.

After a minute of ninja-ing my way through I made it to my room. With the little yellow sticky note still in my hand I could feel the perspiration rub of the tackiness off of it. I tried to open my door but it wouldn't budge.

Oh you gotta be kidding me.

By some sick seemingly karma filled event I had locked myself out of my room. I knelt down to see that the locking mechanism wasn't to difficult, but rather those ones big enough to use a penny to unlock it. Not having any penny with me I stuck the little note on the door so I could use both hands to try to unlock it.