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They were conversationalists of an elegance-type. They were out of character and outside the cast. They where castaways. They were critics, but recognized that they were beneficiaries and dependents on the gravy-train. They were with their rich-parents and so could afford the luxury of sin-seriously. They were fun. They were chaperoned of course by: 'How's it going to get any better than this ?' My it was comfortable waaaaarm there. It was so-civilized. But it is getting late and the parents beckon and I become again a time-out traveller.

Somehow think I was talking to a lot of people but, "no-judge, I do not recall". I learned that a movie-company was going to make-a film with American actors, and they needed hippie-looking extras, for some classroom scenes, and so I signed-up; with an Italian 'what-is-this woman', probably a casting-director of some-kind. She seemed so-business-like, but at the same time sophisticated and luxurious. Can't for the life-of-me remember the name of the movie, and have never seen it, although always wanted-to; to-see how-bad it was. I actually met a real-live actor or two while hanging around the set. Every movie-set I have ever encountered, usually by chance walking street-through in San Francisco, there was nothing going-on. People were absent or standing-around, doing-nothing amongst staged solitary cameras and lights. Where was everybody ? I always tried to imagine that.

Never could do-it. Are they sitting in a bar nearby ? What are they waiting for ? Was it for appearance sake ? Was is it an argument ? These actors I-met seemed so-ordinary, nice and sweet-even, down to earth and friendly. But again no-recollection who, so not so huge. I didn't stick-around. There was no schedule. There were lots of rumors. I was told-later that the movie was made and released.

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