Yes­ter­day we read the whole piece (Rebel Wit­hout a Cause), every one his role. I was Offi­cer 1, had not to say that much. But it was all right and I also have the glo­rious part of shoo­ting Plato, when he plays with his gun and doesn’t want to give it to somebody.

Then Mike came up to me and sug­gested me to per­form as the man of the opening scene. He basi­cally is bea­ten up and runs away. I agreed, thin­king that could not be too difficult.

Today we prac­ticed that very scene and some­thing more, where I have no part in. It tur­ned out to be a very dif­fi­cult part, as it invol­ved a lot of action. I enter the stage, whist­ling. Then Buzz con­fronts me, asking for a ciga­rette. Mean­while the other mem­bers of the gang cir­cle around me. Buzz insists on me smo­king a ciga­rette, offe­ring fire. In the very moment I lean for­ward he strikes me in my sto­mach. More­over, he pre­tends it, but it all has to look real. So I grunt and try to run away. But they get me and throw me on the ground. Now they are stam­ping on the ground and I am crying hell. And this is the tri­cky thing. To cry like hell, and this several times. In the end I crawl away and run. It’s not that much but to pre­tend to be bea­ten up really is tri­cky, I can tell you.

Impres­sive for me was the way Mike direc­ted the whole thing. In the begin­ning we gathe­red all on the stage and he asked us to close our eyes. He wal­ked around and told us to think about all that trou­ble of today, and to for­get it. Now we should ima­gine to go 50 years back, in a dif­fe­rent time, in dif­fe­rent cha­rac­ters. And then we were to open our eyes again and to start it. I liked it, this sug­ges­tive little show. And we concentrated.