I joined an acting class, in the early early '80's. The coach's 'studio' was the ground floor of his house, we did our scenes in the living room & we huddled on the stairway to the upstairs for planning our scenes.
The door to the 2nd floor was always locked.
when the acting coach got married (to a rather elderly woman), his wife had to sit in the living room with us b/c she wasn't allowed upstairs when the coach was downstairs.
Just flashed on that random memory while watching #Barry
@ccellis it was pretty weird. I forgot about it b/c it was so many years ago, like 40+ and it wasn't the best time of my life so... remember my Inglewood roommate, Darlene? That's where I met her, at that acting class! Anyway... yeah, it was weird.
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