<em>One thing I will have to tell that acting class next month</em>, Hannah Tate thought,<em>is how little time on a Hollywood-style production was actually spent acting</em>.  She thought fondly of her acting school productions where there was nothing to do but rehearse and perform, rehearse and perform.  Now as she wound her way through the lot, through camera rigs and craft services, dressing rooms and costuming, all the way to a corner of the building that contained SFX, Hannah wondered what proportion of this operation actually contained any acting at all.  The building was huge and sprawling and crawling with people, and yet today maybe a half a dozen of them were actors.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.prohaircut.com/images/bar-refaeli-mm_510.jpg)</div>But that was Hollywood.  Hannah couldn't count how many production like this she'd been on since she had her first break, over ten years ago now.  That had been a silly little horror movie, and her character only tits and a scream.  She'd done a few of those, but with her insistence and her agent's determination she'd gotten out of that trap and moved on.  She'd had a hit comedy, some rom coms, moved into drama, and her agent was now working on something in the action world.  She was no Merryl Streep, but she had enough pull to make the money she demanded, and get the scripts she wanted.<br/><br/>Like this one.  Hannah had fallen in love with the script, the first draft was just a beautifully written little gem.  She'd known it wouldn't survive the way it was but thought it would keep some of its beauty.  With her on board the producers had been willing to take a bit more chance with the film.  She was a proven box office draw, and they all knew that if she could actually produce something Oscar-worthy their investment in her would be worth it.  It was a lot of pressure, but so far the scenes had been really amazing.  Today was a rather big one, going back and actually filming one of the first scenes of the movie, her character waking from her accident, broken and confused.<br/><br/>That sounded wonderful, she was sure those acting students would be thinking.  But they didn't realize about all the time spent sitting while a cast was put on.  Sitting while her hair was fixed.  Sitting while they costumed her.  Sitting while the lighting was set.  She would have to do some extra yoga tonight to offset all this damn sitting.<br/><br/>"Knock, knock," Hannah called out as she walked through the ostensible "door" of the props department, really a sort of hole in the shelving that seemed to extend in every direction and dimension.  Picking her way through what seemed to her like just a mess of ... stuff, Hannah sought out the supposed denizen of this realm.  She was dressed in a simple pair of black leggings, a black camisole tank top and had her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a rough ponytail.  On the screen they'd make her look amazing, but the people on set would just have to deal with her looking ordinary.  She spent too much time getting made up to bother doing anything before the makeup people got to her.  "Anyone home?" she called out.