During the last four weeks of the season, every night after wrap, I would get into my car, smile and wave good night to hair and makeup, and, like clockwork, I would burst into tears once I made the right turn from Manhattan Beach Studios onto Rosecrans Boulevard. While it was a good place to work and people were generally respectful, there was an eerie stillness and a certain kind of silence to the set that felt like a breezeless summer day, and while there were no insects, there were no birds chirping, either. Since beginning the show, I had felt a constant indescribable pressure, a lurking threat of being fired, even though there was no evidence to suggest that I was displeasing the executive producer.
That was the slogan on a T-shirt that was given out to the cast and crew by a cast member.
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